Vincent Fgteev Novels & Stories

Dirk released a slow breath through his nostrils before addressing him. "Well, shall we proceed?" Dirk turned to Bogo, who handed him a tablet. After a swift swipe of the screen, Dirk cleared his throat and began addressing their new prisoner. "Vincent De La Mare. Born in Sheppel, orphaned at the age of twelve due to a tragic car accident. You resided in an orphanage until the age of eighteen when you fled, subsequently immersing yourself in the underground business. Eventually, you relocated to Sturvil, where you became the trusted confidant of my adversary, Angel, or the Angel of Death, as he preferred to be known. And now, here you are, in my dungeon, battered and bloodied. It appears qui

Vincent ordered his voice harsh and authoritative leaving room for no further discussion. "Yes Boss," the man replied as he didn't want to have any further arguments with Vincent. "And make sure not to let her be aware that she is being assisted by me!" Vincent finally said as he hung up the call. Bluefins entertainment company was one of Vincent's under ground's company, it was one the top entertainment companies in the country and no one knew the owner to be Vincent storm. Majorly because all his business was done by Ralph his most trusted manager and Vincent has always wanted a low key lifestyle just like his dad, that was why he was never in sync with Jessica.

MyPrime999. Vincent Grande. This is Valentine's brother, for sure. I recognized the name from the last time that I've visited his profile. How did he found my account? We haven't even met. Does he even know that I exist? Anyway, I couldn't resist killing some time, and so I visited his profile. The newest photo he uploaded was only from this morning. A photo of a man wearing nothing but boxer shorts and an apron who is busy cooking something. It's the very same guy present from a lot of Vincent's photo, his boyfriend most definitely. I followed Vincent back then moved on.

Vincent sat in the wheelchair next to her and gently took her hand. "Don't be afraid. I'm by your side." A smile from him made her feel secure, also dared to hold her head high. Everyone looked at Vincent and Azura. Since the news of his accident spread, he has never appeared in public. BG Real Estate Company also did not announce any change of president, so Vincent is still the head of BG. People still have three parts of respect for him. Vincent needed to talk to some partners, but he knew Azura wasn't used to wearing high heels. He led her to a seat near the pastry counter.

I don't call Vincent on the way home. I take the Métro and stand holding the overhead rail and watch my own reflection in the dark window opposite and think carefully about what I actually know versus what I've been told by people with reasons to tell me things. What I know: Vincent invested in something called Fontaine Groupe between 2019 and 2021. The company was not clean. He got out before it collapsed. He has not told me this. What Amélie knows: the same thing, plus whatever she witnessed firsthand during the three years they were together.

“It really was. The Dance of Connection was legendary…” The door suddenly flew open, a silver haired ape of a man stuck his head through. “Cage, now.” It was Grey, one of Vincent’s younger sons flanked by half a dozen guards. As we stood looking dumbly at him he kicked the door with his foot, “are you fucking broken? CAGE NOW.”

He was the only person who had ever dared to tell me what a total ass I was. "Thanks," I muttered and I turned around to see that he was standing in front of my desk. At almost forty Vincent looked good for his age. A little over six foot seven, both his parents were giants though, and he still had a full head of brown hair and green eyes to match. I wasn't going to say that he was weak, because that would be a lie, he was rather well-built and there wasn't a wrinkle in sight - that was impressive for a man who worked for me. "I need you to do something with her. There's no fucking way she's working for me in that state."

Wore his authority like a second skin. “This is Agent Vincent Hale,” Mia said. “FBI, special ops division. He’s been tracking Vance for years.” Vincent stood and extended his hand. “Leon. Margarette. I’ve read everything.” Leon didn’t shake his hand immediately. “So you know how many people he’s killed. And how close he came to my wife.”

The allergic reaction was starting to get severe; she was afraid she’d just collapse at any moment. Vincent bent over her, leaning both his hands on the couch's armrest. Afterward, he held her chin up to level their eyes. His smirk was creepier this time. “Do you know why I am so confident that the Fuego Group will be passed down to me despite your sudden appearance?” Minah hissed while Vincent wrinkled his nose, still enjoying what he was seeing right before his eyes. “You don’t know?” He chuckled. “Well, how about the fact that your sweet and pretty little sister let me touch and kiss her just a week after she caught me dragging a woman in a motel four years ago?”

He was scraping Tom's hair off as it seemed like Tom fainted. I saw a few pictures of it as well and don't get me wrong I'm not a bad person but it made me smile and made my day. "He should know better than to mess with my girlfriend. I think he will learn his lesson and stay away from you." Vincent said and I thanked him happily as I passed his phone back to him. I didn't know he was this considerate of me. I asked Vincent about himself. Vincent told me about his obvious love for football and video games practical guy stuff.