Vincent Fgteev Novels & Stories

~ Erik ~ “What’s gotten into you? Why would you invite Daniella into the Club?” asked Vincent to me when we were left alone in the table. This man is notorious for his keen eyesight that’s why we call him the Tactical Operations Specialist. He’d look at say, a blueprint of a castle, and in just an amount of thirty minutes he could already memorize all of the details in it. My plan, even though it is embedded in my brain, didn’t escape his inquisition. Even though he looks like the combined Shakespeare and Beethoven with his talent in Arts and Music, he is one hard core killer.

He didn’t also bother to look back at her. The officiating minister cleared his throat and began his sermon. “We are gathered here to witness the joining together of Ramon Anthony Fridling and Violet Heathenway.” He started, earning hisses and muffles from the crowd. “Do you Ramon Fridling take Violet Heathenway as your wife, to love and ch – “Yes I do.” Ramon interrupted earning chuckles from the crowd. “And do you, Violet Heathenway, take Ramon Fridling as your husband, to love and cherish in moments of joy or sorrow. In times of joy and pains, in riches and in poverty –

Looks like I have to look for those papers. ________ Do you guys think Vincent deserves to be forgiven? Let me know what u think.

After all, I had witnessed him murder Elijah with his bare hands. I knew too well what a weakness Roberta was to Vincenzo, and I was lucky… no, smart enough to milk it for everything that there was to it. However, he believed that Roberta and his two loud ass children were dead, and that might have suggested to a few other people that he was weakened by grief, but I knew that it only meant that there was nothing holding him back. Vincenzo was smart. He was smarter than all the men I had ever met in my life. It was why I admired him. I was certain that after defying death, he would want to return to rain carnage on everything and everyone who wronged him.

My gaze met with a pair of hazel eyes, my mouth parting slightly. "Vincent," I said, taking a step back. His gaze roamed down my body shamelessly, his eyes darkening slightly. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and black jeans, his arms and neck fully covered with tattoos. He was tall, taller than Logan by probably an inch. Vincent’s face was covered with a beard, making him look more attractive and dangerous. Vincent is Micah's eldest son and he is 20 years old.

Vincent quickly broke into the cloud computer system to learn about Anderson Silva. Vincent watched the profile and some videos of Anderson leading a meeting at Horus. "Who are you?" Vincent muttered, then returned to typing on the laptop keyboard. Despite his access code being blocked, Vincent remained calm and focused. Vincent managed to get a complete profile of Anderson Silva. "So he's the former Vice President of Vlopps."

Vincent was in his apartment getting ready to fly to Cape Town with Natalia as soon as she was done with her meeting. Vincent has always been a silent partner. Natalia was the one who ran the show. He didn’t do much legwork. All he did was only shows face when it is absolutely necessary

Evans, my assistant who is driving, flinches visibly but keeps his eyes on the road. “I don’t fucking pay you to anticipate! Not only did you try to cover up your fuck up you are trying to make excuses?” “You better get to the bottom of this or you can kiss your job goodbye!” I hang up before he can offer another pathetic excuse and toss the phone onto the seat beside me. Vincent Ashford. The man is a drunk, a narcissist, and a fool. He barely knows how to tie his own ties, let alone orchestrate a multi-modal freight pivot.

Thus, he had gotten James to investigate. Vincent had hidden his identity very well. His real name was Sean Riley, and Vincent was just a fake name. It took some time to discover his true identity. When James was sent over Vincent's real information to Jackson, Jackson had gone to look for Yvonne immediately, but Yvonne and Vincent had seemingly vanished together.

Either his collar bone would break from his weight or Hezi’s fingers would tear though his flesh. “What is you name?” Demanded Hezi. “I am, I am Vincent. Th, th, this here’s shop owner.” Vincent felt as if he was one the verge of loosing his conscious. The pain was anguishing. Hezi started laughing as he let Vincent go. “Vincent, I like you. You seem intelligent. If you see that man let me know. I will be sure to reward you.” Hezi took a breath from the laughter.