Vincent Larusso Young Novels & Stories

Summoning up his courage and straightening his back, he met the gaze of the tall man. Despite his young age, the presence he held was on par with Ambrose. Vincent pursed his lips. "I was the one who went and pranked you. If you're here for revenge, take it out on me. Don't bully my mommy!" Trying to maintain a calm facade, he gently patted Larissa on the back and reassured her, "Mommy, I take full responsibility for my actions. I'm a man and I'll protect you." Larissa was extremely touched. She hugged Vincent tightly in her arms.

He was known as the devil because he was the devil in the literal meaning. He is a terrifying and dangerous person. This guy is cruel in every possible way. Vincenzo Cassano is the youngest Capo of the La Cosa Nostra, the Italian famiglia. He was the youngest Capo in Italy’s history. He attained the position when he was just ten. Fear coursed through me. I have never been this afraid before. Vincenzo scares the living daylight out of me and he is not someone I want to cross. “You can start breathing.” He said.

A direct line from one end of the table to the other. Vincent stares right back. Twenty years of careful peace sits in that look. And the ugly question those twenty years can’t answer. Did you kill my cousin? The man facilitating the council stands up, his name is Caruso. He’s been running these proceedings for fifteen years. Old enough to command respect and careful enough to stay truly neutral. He lays out the facts flat and clean, no emotion. Paolo Romano. Fifty-three years old. Shot dead in his car on Thursday morning. The evidence that was found. Financial records, communication logs, the weapon and the partial print.

I can’t help but notice the way he subtly squirms and cringes whenever I mention anything about Lior, a fleeting shadow crossing his usually cheerful face. But I’m too caught up in the novelty of driving, the burgeoning sense of independence, to dwell on it. “So,” I say, as I cautiously navigate a turn, “Lior mentioned that Vince is one of his investors. He seems… intense.” Dante’s smile tightens almost imperceptibly. “Ah, Vincenzo,” he says, his tone carefully neutral. “He is… a man of great… forza. Strength. And very… protective of his friends.”

The young Lady thought to herself. " A Penny for your thoughts young lady " The voice of Marco, the underboss of Italian organization came at once and Iris jolted back to reality. She stood up from the floor she sat down and walk into his arms, throwing caution to the wind. He patted her on the back comfortingly and she linger on a little longer. Slowly She perceived maximo's scent on him that indicates he has been with the Italian Mafia Boss.

I snapped back defiantly, "Lucas is only seventeen! How can he be involved in the mafia world at his age?" Ricardo barked out a laughter, mocking my innocence. "You're really stupid if you think like that," he sneered. "I killed my first man when I was fourteen. No age is too young for a mafia son." Dread filled me as I absorbed the implications of his words, my mind racing as I thought about my brother in the hospital. Granted, Lucas could be quite adventurous and notorious for getting into trouble, but he would never be involved with men like Ricardo Gambino or even Aiden himself.

The elevator doors slid open to the top floor. Lucas was already waiting. Lucas Hale had worked for Vince for nearly ten years. Loyal, efficient, and smart enough to keep his curiosity to himself. “You asked for information,” Lucas said, holding a thin file. “That was fast.” Lucas gave a small shrug. “Not much to find.” That made Vince pause. “Explain.” They entered Vince's office, a massive glass-walled room overlooking the city skyline. Lucas placed the file on the desk. “She’s twenty-four years old,” he began.

He stopped right in front of me, towering over me like a god. “Run.” I blurted out, my throat tightened and my tongue twisted to the wall of my mouth. “Yes. You run.” He leaned forward, our faces inches away. It was unfair for God to give such a dangerous man like Vincenzo De Luca a face card that can never be declined. I had thought he would turn out to be a man with a scarred face and a height of 6 '9, but I was entirely wrong. Vincenzo is taller than I was and if my calculation wasn’t wrong, he had a height of 6 '4 with a sharp impeccable jawline. He had smooth, black hair combed back, held in place with probably mousse.

“Oh, still having a hard time to understand what I said? Or your brain just doesn't function right now because you're overwhelmed with what you see and hear?” Vince was speechless with his questions. He suddenly let out a sigh that startled him. “I thought you could be more observant than that,” he added. “Well then, allow me to introduce myself.” “I'm Sanjiro Victorino, the boss of this mafia.” Vince was surprised again. When he just said his last name, he could not speak in shock. He even lowered his hand because of that. There was silence between them and they let it be for Vince to process all the information he had heard.

One of us was already down and she did not wish to lose me too. The men chuckled but Lazarus did not find my words funny. “He’s no stranger, girl. Vincenzo is my son, My successor, and you will address him as such!.” My eyes widened as I stared at the man behind Lazarus. He had an arrogant smile on his face as he enjoyed the shocked look on my face. Ruby and the rest of the people in the room were equally taken aback. We’ve only heard rumors. Rumors that Lazarus Russo had a son, a dark knight who operated the wheels of the ring behind the scenes and did the more difficult jobs on the Don’s behalf. But no one had actually confirmed that it was true… until now.