Vincent From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Boy, did Richard have a skill for ruining a good fuck. Vincent’s response took a moment longer than it should have. “Not a drug deal. We need to go.”

I fired again, adjusting higher this time. Headshot. “Again.” Headshot. Headshot. Headshot. Five rounds. Five holes in the target’s skull. I lowered the gun and turned to Vincent. He was staring at the target. Then at me. His expression was what I could only describe as complicated. He looked both impressed and unsettled at the same time. And aroused. His pants were tented and he wasn’t bothering to hide it. His eyes were dark. Pupils blown. We were both so fucked up it was almost beautiful.

Vincent laughs lightly. "Don't call me that! And I’m being serious, you can’t keep killing people Mario, you’ll get us into more trouble, do you know that the FBI is investigating us right now." Vincent only laughs harder, "Well I've already told Uncle Vito, and he's working on getting things fixed, by tomorrow morning it’ll be like nothing happened and fuck the FBI they’ve got nothing on us." "That's great, now go get cleaned up before she wakes up. But I’m serious, Vince, stop murdering people."

He could go and leave this whole place behind while I am still locked in here; I still wouldn't care. "Those are some beautiful scars you got there, mate. Would you like to tell your dear father how you got them, huh?" Vincent mocks me as his gaze settles on the claw marks he left on my face. Whoever this person is, I don't know him. Maybe it's Alpha Vincent Romano, the emotionless asshole who's made it his life's goal to kill anything that doesn't fit his agenda. Perhaps I never knew him. Maybe the Vince I knew was just a show or a brief moment where he slipped and showed there was some good in him too. Either way, it's better to stay calm and let him be; hopefully, he'll rip my head off or

He spoke again, tugging my arm and spin me around to face him. Now I see why are the girls were too shocked when they saw Akim. My eyes literally went wide as I craned my neck just to look at him in the face. He had the body built of a Hollywood actor I have seen in the movie Fast and Furious, the one with the bald head, and as far as I can recall, if I am not mistaken, he goes by the name Vin.

Lucien said, I threw him a look, sometimes I wonder if he has a dual personality. We walked into the basement, and a man was tied to a chair. His face was so badly beaten that I can't recognize him, he looks somewhat familiar. “Sable…” the man called. “Vincent. It has been a long time” I said, as I recalled the face, I put on my old mask,I removed a hairband from my purse and tied my hair. Vincent used to be a lackey to me, but he betrayed me at an operation, so I cut off his male genital, and his middle finger as a sign of betrayal. I had also made him take a fall and made him wanted by the police till now.

"Make her cry, make it hurt. Show her what pain she gave to Avery." "Sure, I will take care of this here. You should go upstairs to her, she must be worried." Vincenzo said smiling. He is one of the very best and valuable friends Riccardo could make. Vincenzo is originally a lawyer but before that he used to work as an intelligence agent for a mafia gang. Ricardo once saved his life and took him in. Since then he has sworn his loyalty to him and even gained Riccardo's trust.

Vincent's men rushed out. Some to defend. Some to Volkov. I ran. Out of the room. Down the stairs. Em calling after me. I burst through the front doors. Vincent was already there. Standing over Volkov. Looking down. Smiling. Not concerned. Not surprised. Smiling. Like he'd been expecting this. Volkov looked up. Saw me. Blood pouring from multiple gunshot wounds. "Ghost," he gasped. "Vincent... he... betrayed..." Then his eyes closed. And everything went dark.

When I pulled back, her lips were swollen and her breathing was ragged. Beth cleared her throat. “Cute. But we have incoming.” A new alert flashed on the main screen. Vincent had sent a message — untraceable, but routed directly to my private line. The video started playing. Vincent appeared on screen, older than I remembered, with cold eyes and a scar across his cheek. He sat in a dimly lit room, a pistol resting casually on the table in front of him. “Mark Arthur,” he said smoothly. “Congratulations on killing my cousin’s daughter. Alice always was dramatic. But she did me one last favor — she told me where your new weakness is.”

He would not settle until he saw Harvey’s lifeless body lying right in front of him. Harvey backed off as if he was at a loss. “I really didn’t mean it, Young Lord York!” he shouted. “All I did was swing my palm like this…” Slap! Before Harvey was even done giving his explanation, his palm swung across Vince’s face. Vince, the stubborn and conceited man, was sent flying once again. Harvey was not holding back this time. Vince’s body shuddered before blacking out immediately. “This is bad… I did it again…