Vincent Larusso Young Novels & Stories

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.

Mateo straightened, finally continuing. “Trailing him is possible but infertile, capo. He’s a vice police superintendent.” Vito’s dry chuckle cut through the stiff tension. “A vice superintendent of the country… is a drug dealer. What a shame.” He snatched the glass and downed it in one swift gulp. Milan’s eyes widened, and she shot him a scathing glare, but he didn’t care. Her scowl might have lingered, but then the young waiter returned with bottles of Antinori and Tommasi.

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.

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.

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."

CASSANDRA POV "Mom, please don't make me go," I whined, slowly getting up from my bed. Unfortunately, today was the day of my engagement which I was not looking forward to, considering I'm engaged to the one and only Alessandro Russo. Alessandro and I met a couple of years back and from what I saw, he was extremely ruthless and quite insane. However, since my father passed away, I had to get married to secure a male leader for our mafia - a worthy successor.

Vincenzo “Vince!” I opened my arms to my little brother and pulled him into my embrace. “Luis, how was school?” I asked, pinching his cheek. He was fourteen—but he was still my baby, no matter how old or tall he would get. “School was good!” It had only been three years since I woke up from my six months coma, so I had a lot of catching up to do. Every minute was precious, and I, unfortunately, learned that the hard way. I knew it when my own father shot me without giving it a second thought.

“That was fucked.” Vincenzo stared out the window. “I saw him. Silvio.” “You sure it was him?” “I smashed half his face in. I’m sure.” Lucas whistled. “You’ve been waiting for that.” Vincenzo didn’t answer. Lucas’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen. “It’s Aria.” He answered. “Yeah?” Pause. “What?” His face dropped. “Shit. Is he okay?” Vincenzo turned his head sharply.