Vincent Larusso Young Novels & Stories

He slid a photograph across the table. Luca’s gaze dropped to it. A man. Mid-twenties. Sharp cheekbones, full mouth twisted in a defiant half-smirk. Storm-gray eyes that looked straight into the camera like a challenge. Dark hair falling artfully over his forehead. Beautiful in a way that felt dangerous. “My youngest,” Vitale said. “Alessio.” The room went dead silent. Then chaos. “You’re joking,” one of Giovanni’s capos spat. “A fag? You’re offering us a—”

Five years had carved lines into my face, dulled my eyes, but the ache in my chest stayed sharp as the day I watched that car go up in flames. Matteo sat beside me, nursing a single beer he hadn't touched in twenty minutes. He knew better than to drink when I was like this. Across the low table, three men in tailored suits that cost more than most people's cars leaned forward, voices raised to cut through the music. Vincenzo "Vinny" Russo led the pack, gesturing with a fat cigar as he talked about shipments, territories, and the usual blood money mathematics. I nodded when I had to, letting the words wash over me, but my mind kept drifting back to the empty side of our bed back at the pentho

“I heard from Mr Lee that you helped him with the proposal… it’s quite good and that’s we will work with you and our Vince will work for Mr Lee.” Vince was the Italian man which means he is their boss but seeing our the lady mentioned his name, it seems like Vince is a young boy. If Vince is a young boy, that means he’s going to sign a contract with Mr Lee’s company. Unbelievable! I didn’t know when it happened but I smiled broadly at the woman before turning to Mr Lee. Our eyes met before I saw him smiled. “We are leaving first then.”

After sending his selected subjects to his teacher, Vincent boredly scrolled down on his social media feeds after seeing Quinlynn was not online. SLAM! Vincent looked up after hearing the door being slammed. He saw his roommate, a 3rd-year student called Lucas A. Millard entering. “Vincent? You arrived early today.” Lucas casually asked as he undressed his judo uniform. “Senior, what’s with that getup?” Vincent asked with a curious look. “This?” Showing a proud look, Lucas said, “It’s my Judogi, my Judo uniform. I am the captain of the Judo club.”

He was a fully grown man with a god-like face. A face that could shame the devil himself. For a moment Cristiana was shocked silly. As he said before, she was the best actress to date and being in show business she has seen all kinds of handsome men. And none of them had made her heart flutter as this man did. "W-who are y-you?" She finally found her voice. "Vincenzo La Russo was found injured in Titlespring's best hotel suite last night. The girl with whom he had checked in is missing and he is looking for her like a crazy man," again her question was ignored.

Guards were posted there. Instead, I moved silently down the narrow service corridor near the kitchen, where the laundry and trash chutes were located. Near the metal service exit door stood a young guard. His name was Vince. He was new, barely twenty-two years old, wearing a black Ricaforte suit that looked slightly too big for his shoulders. He looked nervous, constantly shifting his weight as he held his submachine gun. I stepped out of the shadows, keeping my posture soft and non-threatening. Vince snapped his head toward me, his hands tightening on his weapon. “Signorina! You—you are not supposed to be in the service hallway. Don Sebastian ordered—”

’’ he asked. I smiled, walking towards the large bed. ‘’So, who is he?’’ ‘’Vincent Russo,’’ he said, playing with the cigar in his hand. ‘’A very distant relative, but a man with a promising career. He is one of the most successful banker in the united states.’’ I was a bit relieved he was not a missing child. I nodded. ‘’Okay. What did he want?’’ ‘’It’s not what he wants,’’ he said. ‘’It’s what we want.’’

After closing the door behind us, Vito walks over wrapping his arm around my waist with a smile whilst the door off to the side opens, out walking a young man with bright blonde hair throwing a ball in the air. “Oh boss, I was able to get that job done without many hiccups.” He smiled looking over at Vito, but the way in which he said many, kind of told me there must have been a lot of hiccups along the way. “It’s lovely to finally, meet you Coraline. I’m Louis, Vito’s favourite worker.” The man smiled once he noticed me, I couldn’t help but laugh as I reached over to shake his hand whilst Vito simply scoffed at his comment.

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.

Just kept staring at the city below. "The police have security footage," Lincoln continued. "They've identified the driver. A man named Vincent Caruso. And apparently, Caruso used to work for you." There it was. The connection. The thread that could unravel everything. "Caruso worked security for one of my properties five years ago," Astor said calmly. "Along with dozens of other people. That hardly constitutes evidence of conspiracy."