Vincent Larusso Young Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

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"

Speaking of which Vince would be here any moment now so I slurped down my cereal in one go, creating a disgusting slurping sound that mom really hates. “Oops, sorry mom,” I muttered as I rinsed the bowl clean. Vincenzo Romano is not your typical high school student. He came from a very powerful and influential family that exceed the Brakstone City Mayor. His father is a businessman as well as the Crime Lord or the Don of the underground organization that controls the ins and outs of the City.

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.