Vincent From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Kingsley asked, confused. “I had planned to frame him, but…” Vincent’s voice trailed off, as if reconsidering. “Or is he dangerous? Could he be involved with the mafia or something?” he wondered aloud. Kingsley remained silent, uncertain of how to respond. “You know what’s funny? The guy who got caught acted like he knew me, he kept staring at me earlier at the station. When I looked back at him, it was like I’d shot poison from my eyes. He just froze, and... and died” Vincent said sarcastically, but Kingsley’s doubtful expression didn’t change.

His smile was forced, fake, and not genuine; call it whatever you want, it was definitely anything but sincere. ​“About Draven...” I started to say when Vincent interrupted me. ​“I can only say this,” he said, standing up, and I looked up at him. “Don’t piss him off; he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if he wanted to.” ​Vincent finished, turning around, and I was about to bombard him with questions when he disappeared out of my sight. ​“Vincent?!” I started calling, shooting up from my position, but gave up when I realized he was gone.

She was positive that it could be Cedric came to rescue her. The more that footstep got closer, Virginia started to feel safe. She woke up from her seat and tried to welcome Cedric. “Well hello, Virginia. Your play time is over!” It was not Cedric but Vincent pointing out his gun at Virginia. “No way…” Virginia was shocked. She could not move nor speak more. “I am the one who killed your pawn. Too bad Miller failed to kill Cedric, but I refuse to fail my mission to kill you!” Vincent’s killing intent was written over his evil face. Virginia was cornered.

“And not only that, but an ex con’s dick…” Vincent sighed, closing his eyes while he rubbed the lines that are starting to form on his forehead. He knew Elora. Afterall, she'd been his best friend when they were in highschool. He knew that she never does things without a reason but first, he needs to find a reason in what she's saying. “Can I see the picture clearly?” He asked, his voice hopeful while he concocted the plan in his head. But he abandoned it when Elora gave him her phone willingly.

“Big words. You got anything to back that up?” Vincenzo grinned, and for a moment, he seemed genuinely delighted by the challenge. He launched into a series of jokes, some clever, some so cheesy they bordered on ridiculous. He used every trick he had, from exaggerated gestures to mock-serious expressions that made it impossible not to laugh. I bit back my smile, determined not to give in, but the more he talked, the harder it became. There was something about his carefree confidence, the way he seemed to read my reactions and adjust without missing a beat, that made it impossible to stay indifferent.

Vince grinned and said, "Someone in the bar was about to spike her drink. I saw and helped out." Zoelle had been stumped. She had seen her fair share of drugging, but encountering someone from the fighting world was a first for her. Based on the muscles on his arms, he was capable of crippling her with a single punch, so she had not dared not make any reckless moves. She never expected Vince to easily subdue the man in a matter of moments either. While Zoelle maintained her outward composure, she was very grateful for his intervention. His imposing size indeed provided a sense of security.

Invisible fingers traced the line of his jaw, then down his throat. “You’re a handsome one,” the voice purred. “Been watchin’ you since you got on board. Name’s Vincent ‘Vinny’ Moretti. Used to run these rails back in ’28. Got myself plugged in a poker game in the dining car. Been ridin’ this train ever since… lookin’ for someone interestin’.” Leo’s breath came fast. “This isn’t real. I’m dreaming.” A soft, amused chuckle. “Feels pretty real to me.”

"You deserve the absolute best." Lila teared up with excitement."Vincent,I...I don't know what to say." "As long as you stay with the Family forever."He patted her hair. The whole room erupted in applause. My face drained of color.I stood up abruptly,the room spinning around me. My heart was bleeding,feeling like someone had brutally stabbed me. Vincent's sharp gaze swept across the hall and locked dead onto me. His voice carried the ruthless bite of a Mafia Don,stabbing straight at me.

The men leered but said nothing. Vincent tucked himself away, zipping up with deliberate slowness, his cock still semi-hard and glistening. He stood, towering over the desk at six-foot-four, his muscular frame straining against his crisp white shirt. Tattoos peeked from his collar, skulls, roses, and the Russo family crest. "You borrowed from the devil, boy. Now you pay the toll." Vincent's free hand shot out, punching Chris square in the gut. Air whooshed out of him, and he doubled over as much as the ropes allowed, retching. "That's for making me wait."

Vincent’s voice was low and full of amusement but there was nothing playful about how he repeatedly punched Santiago in the gut. Santiago screamed as pain shot up his spine. His face was bloody and bruised up as Vincent hit him everywhere. “You will pay for this!” Santiago spat, his voice hoarse but filled with venom. Vincent merely chuckled, shaking the pain from his knuckles as he straightened. “Still thinking about doing something reckless? That’s cute.” His eyes gleamed with amusement as he reached for something on the nearby table. The cold glint of a knife caught Santiago’s attention, and for the first time, fear filled his eyes. His breathing grew heavy as he struggled against the rop