Vincent Larusso Young Novels & Stories

“This wasn’t part of it…” He crouched beside her, his face inches from hers, his lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Oh, it was exactly part of it. You just didn’t read it…..poor little naive Seraphina,” he said mockingly. “This was my game from the beginning; my setup….my rules.” He stood tall and proud. “I’m Vincenzo De Luca, the Mafia Lord of Manhattan; I don’t lose, I don’t beg. Let me bust your bubble…. I take whatever I want…. And in my games I always win.”

Amara blurted out. “I forgive you, I get it well actually I don't because I'm not rich but I can take a guess. Also who's Vincent is he real or made up?" I asked. “He's real and he's my older and much more favourable brother, he's still in Italy though. Sadly Luciano was the brother who decided to come back."

He remained silent the entire time, but he shot a fierce glare at Kate and Andrius as he passed by them. If looks could kill, the two would have been torn to shreds by now. “Andrius, I’m really sorry.” Kate glanced at Vincent’s back and said apologetically. “He’s Vincent Klein, the grandson of the Medicine Sect’s First Elder. He’s used to being arrogant.” “It’s fine.” Andrius shook his head and did not take it to heart. Vincent was just a small fry. Even if he had some strength, he would not be able to make any big waves.

I shouldn’t worry about him because he is just some CEO and he cannot do something that could hurt me. Or Vincent. Oh, who am I fearing for? Vincent is the Mafia boss of the biggest Mafia business. He fears no one. I literally forgot that behind the sweet side of him. I wanted to distract myself, so I started cooking something. ----- Lara The next day I hurriedly took the taxi to her house. I was already in Los Angeles and was so excited to meet her. I couldn’t believe that it was finally happening. I was gonna see her and spend time with her.

I already knew what it was, but I couldn't have them knowing that, could I? “The Luna is missing “, he said as we walked towards where Vincenzo’s voice was coming from. I swallowed my saliva nervously as we approached him. “I can't find her”, he said. The look on his face was devilish. His skin had gotten so pale, and it seemed like all the redness had gone to the back of his eye to burn. He stared daggers at me, scolding me silently for getting up late. I felt a chill run down my spine as he turned around and prepared to give orders.

Victor laughs and ruffle his hair "Then go on" he gleefully stood in front of me grinning Well, that smile is scary Then, scare him too What? No! Not yet... I snickered, he tilt his head on the left side with a questioning look "Sorry" I apologized, he smiled and wave his hand as if its nothing "My name is Vincent, I'm youngest in your older brothers" He proudly stated "And I have a surprise for you" He took my hands and pull me with him running upstairs

Laughter rises from the dining hall, the kind of laughter that masks sharp edges and hidden knives. I find them at the long table, Don Carlo De Luca at the head, his sons flanking him, and Vincent seated like he belongs among them. The room stills when I enter. Vincent smiles, smug despite the bandage peeking from under his shirt where my bullet grazed him. “Saint. I was just telling our friends here about you.” I don’t look at him. I look at Carlo. “You’re considering siding with him. Think carefully.” Carlo leans back in his chair, fingers steepled. “We side with strength. Vincent has shown initiative. He has plans. You, on the other hand, have been… distracted.”

"Thank you for your time." Vincent Vanguard, a man in his sixties with white hair and a stern face, stared sharply at the screen. "This is about Cassandra, I assume." "It's about Cassandra, Leo Sullivan, and the loan you once gave him."

At another time I would have thought it harmless, but the aura he carried with him and the two types of suits that accompanied him as an escort told me everything I needed to know. "Mr. Russo, I introduced you to my son Luciano, the firstborn Moretti," my father said proudly, which almost made me frown. “He turned eighteen last March, and today he sent the answer to Harvard's offer. He will be an entrepreneur, with a promising future... And he will take the helm of the new Basciano-Moretti complex.”

Vincent Russo crossed his arms, squinted his eyes, and sneered, "No grievances or enmities? Why did you drugged me that day, and give me the wrong room number?" "That day, were you trying to set me up, making me harass Miss Lary?" Vincent Russo's crimson eyes suddenly contracted, and he appeared like an avenger from hell, with a ruthless killing intent in his eyes. Liora Archer's body trembled like chaff, her face turned pale. She stuttered, "H-ho... how could that be? It was a mistake in remembering the room number."