Vincent Larusso Young Novels & Stories

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.

Silence followed. “So have you met the cousin?” He pressed on. “Yeah, I met him not quite long ago.” “So, is he the same age as the old Macho?” Alex asked, his lips curving in a smile. “No, not at all. He is much younger than Macho.” As Lucas talked, his heart skipped as Vince's image flashed on his face. “Much younger? Is he cute?” “Yeah, he is very cute. He seemed like a nice guy. His name is Vince"

“He is a shark. He smells blood. Do not give him any.” They walked downstairs together. Luca kept a hand on Adrian’s lower back the entire time. In the grand sitting room, Vittorio De Santis waited. The older man was shorter than Luca but radiated pure menace. Silver hair, sharp features, and eyes even colder than his son’s. He studied Adrian like a piece of meat on the market. “So this is the witness,” Vittorio said in accented English. “The art student who should be dead.” Adrian kept his eyes lowered but his jaw tight. “Yes.”

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."

"Maybe, but I'm not sure yet." "What's his name?" Marcus asks. "Vincent, he's Italian." "Is he hot?" Nathan asks and Marcus nudges him. "What? I want to know." "He is very hot actually. And he has no gag reflex," I say with a smirk and Cole gasps. "Really? That's so cool! You're so lucky!" "Yeah I am, he's great," I say and Marcus smiles. "You're smitten with him," Marcus says. "No I'm not," I argue as I blush a little.

Vincent Deacons _ He is a Jovia and lively guy around the age of Twenty three , he is also like Mark he plays around with girls , changing girls like underwear. Dennis Stewart _ He is the youngest of them all , he is Twenty years old , he is the opposite of Mark and Vincent , he is calm gentle and an introvert who loved watching Anime and Drawing , he has a younger sister who is sixteen years old she is really smart and was giving a lot of double promotion so she is like the youngest students in the whole campus. Levi just winked at me!! No he winked at me b**ch!!! Gosh they are so handsome!!!

I envisioned. “Okay, we can go order the stuff right now.” *** “Vince, I love the fact you can so comfortably be yourself out in the open.” Luca says, taking a bite into his burger. Mr. Varallo throws some french fries into his mouth. “It's nice being a normal person every once in a while.” He smiles. “It's either you two are high, I'm high, or I'm so tired I'm hallucinating. Why are you boys acting like kids?” I question.

"Vincent is dead. His organization is fractured. His territory is contested. I thought his son, if he existed, would be too smart to come after me." "But he is coming after you," I said. "He's coming after Luca," Dante corrected. "That's the difference. My father taught me to hunt threats. Vittorio Carozza is teaching himself to hunt vulnerabilities." Marco arrived at dawn with intelligence. Vittorio Carozza. Thirty two years old. Raised in Milan by his mother (not Vincent). Educated in Switzerland. No criminal record. No known connections to organized crime. But over the past six months, there had been whispers.

he said, stretching his hands for a hand shake. “Hi” I responded, returning his hand shake. “You look so familiar, like I've met you from somewhere”. “I'm Antonio Russo, What's yours?” “I'm Catrina's Lombardi” I responded, my eyes fixed on the table trying not to meet his gaze. “Care for a drink?” He asked, pouring a glass full with champagne stretching it towards me. I gave a nod. “Now let's raise a toast to more money and power” Vincenzo raised his glass up.