Novel & Cerita Vincent Larusso Young

Luca knees down before me, I was moved to the couch, and gives me a wine bottle " Drink, it will help, I promise." " How do you know?" Vince ask, and Luca looks down at the floor before answering" My mate rejected me on my 18th birthday, I broke down and missed two months , that's why I am the oldest of you. The pain was to much to handle, and I even consider killing myself." " You were rejected, I am tortured and punished for something I can't even change. What should I do? What can I do?" I say than grab the bottle and drink half of it in one sip.

Alessandro answers with a short smile. "Maybe she's crying because she has to look at your ugly face" Ian laughs, Alessandro walks over to him and puts his fist right in Ian balls. "Fuck!" Ian screams holding his harden and falling on the floor, Mario lets out a giggle as he watches his uncle cry out in pain. "How have you been Lynn? Any dates? Boyfriends? I ask. "I've had a few hookups but nothing can compare to him I guess, I think being single is best for me" She puts on a fake smile and I nod my head.

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.

Tellan, Vinny, and the three capos; Yeyo, Marvin, and Lashar were all there too, sitting around the room in serious silence. Victor’s words echoed in the room as Lusso had replayed the record: “I despise him... he’s still breathing...” Lusso took off his headphones and sighed. “He’s coming for us.” Macholo scoffed, shaking his head. “Let him come. That man is a fool if he thinks Zagaff is anything like Nicholas Amaro.” The room erupted with laughter. Marvin clapped his hands, amused. “Nicholas was soft. He wanted to be a boss and a saint. You can’t be both.”

With great effort, I crawled along the ground, but I couldn't move much from the spot. With this I soon heard the footsteps of my assassin coming up behind me, and I turned towards him just in time to see him come close enough for me to look into his face. He was a young man, about twenty years old, and had a wound in his head, from which blood was gushing. The bullet must have grazed him there, or he would not have been standing. A hint of a smile appeared on his lips as he pointed his revolver straight at my head, certainly realizing that he would get the money he had been promised to finish me off.

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.

I don't have enough time to think about it, when they walk in. All three of them. Dressed in black. Moving like shadows. Vincenzo takes the seat across from me. Nico drops into the one right beside me. Riccardo sits at the other end, near the wall, barely looking up. I can feel Nico's eyes on my bare shoulders. “I hope you like red” he murmurs, pouring into my glass before I can even answer. “I'm twenty two” I reply. “That's legal” he grins. Vincenzo doesn't speak. Just cuts into his steak with quiet precision, never looking up.

Dario “The cartel girl is being told of the marriage,” Vincent Luciano, my father, said as he stared at me from across his desk. It was an ostentatious antique monstrosity in his home office within his mansion in the Ozarks. Tommaso Moretti, his consigliere, stood behind and to the side of his chair, where he’d been for most of my life—the hand to the throne.

Name: Lucas Montevecchi De Marchi Age: 28 Birthdate: Novembre 16, 1987 Birthplace: Italy Origin: Italian Current City: Boston, Massachusetts Current Country: United States of America Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Height: 6' ft. Occupation: CEO; De Marchi Merchandise Father's Name: Gerlando De Marchi (Alive) Mother's Maiden Name: Aurelia Montevecchi (Alive) Serious Medical Issues: Mild Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD; In therapy)

"I won't ride with you." After saying that, she walked away. Vince smiled helplessly and started the engine, and the Lamborghini moved slowly beside Emmy. "Emmy..." Vince controlled the speed and looked at Emmy, "How could Mrs. Young take the subway to school? Don't you think I'll lose face?" "Humph..." Emmy snorted indifferently, "Who is Mrs. Young? I never admitted that I am Mrs. Young." Vince gnashed his teeth with anger, "Whether you admit it or not, I've already made it known to the world..."