Vincent Larusso Young Novels & Stories

Eros Two men sit across from me in my office. Ciro Nasato and Lucca Verga both wear crisp, decent black suits, their hair slicked back, rings on their fingers, watches gleaming as if recently cleaned. Ciro's the older of the two, heavier than Lucca, with dark bags under his eyes. Lucca's in his early twenties, athletic and muscular, a good-looking young man, but an ugly red wound that'll turn into a nasty scar through his cheek and ear tells me a lot about what these men have gone through in the last few weeks.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

I've been unable to say anything throughout the last twenty minutes that they have been talking. "So you're trying to say... that you... the most innocent cheerful girl in New York met... Alessandro Vito Lombardi... The Alessandro Vito Lombardi... The arrogant Alessandro Vito Lombardi. The billionaire Alessandro - " Lucas stated after repeating what I had just said what seemed like an infinite number of times. He's somehow still going on. "Yes, that Alessandro Vito Lombardi." Abbey said frustratedly through the phone, from hearing Lucas go on and on.

To those in the dark, he was the Devil himself. Inside his office, the city stretched beneath him through floor-to-ceiling windows. He poured a glass of whiskey and stood in silence, watching raindrops trail down the glass. The room was quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Vince entered a few minutes later with a tablet. “I’ve started digging on her, boss. Aria Russo, twenty-two. Works part-time at a small café downtown. Lives alone since her mother died three years ago. Clean record, nothing suspicious so far.”

Apparently, Bartolomeo, who until then was the Sottocapo, tried to show service by attacking the enemy's house, however, he left the Bonaccorso's son alive and, of course, Giorgio Rizzi, who was hunting him like crazy. Vince went to college, got a degree in Business Administration from NYU. He did everything a young man his age did, except have close friends, get involved in any serious romantic relationship —not to mention he was a professional killer. Giorgio was a second father to him, the way a godfather should be. And he never tried to subdue the boy or take hold of his place inside the Organization. Unfortunately, when Vince turned twenty, Giorgio, who had put on a little more weight b

I called over both Max and Damian. “Some more information just came in,” Vincent said, swiping through images on his tablet. “DeLuca has a son, Santino. He’s in the tenth grade. According to Demetrius, he’s not bright, not tough, and a loner. He’s been kicked out of three schools already and spends most of his time playing video games. DeLuca’s tried pulling him into Camorra Business, but the kid isn’t interested.” “I wish any of us had been given an option,” Damian muttered.

, I held out my hand for him to shake. "Luca Valentino", he took my hand in his and shook it gently. I tilted my head to my left slightly and Joseph understood my instruction. Joseph handed out his tablet for me as I studied Luca Valentino's profile. He was fairly young at only twenty- one years old. His credentials were incredible and had graduated from a prestigious university, I wondered why he was only an assistant and so I asked him.

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

he murmured. Inside the Guidance Office, the dean warmly shook the new student's hand. "Welcome to Bulacan State University." "Thank you, Sir." "Why don't you introduce yourself?" The young man smiled. "My name is..." He paused for a moment. "...Vincent." "Just that?" He scratched the back of his head. "Just Vincent, Sir." The dean chuckled. "Your surname?" A faint glimmer flashed in the young man's eyes. "Vincent... Aragon Jr."