Vincent Larusso Young Novels & Stories

Nicolo asks Marco. Marco rolls his eyes from Maria's killer glare back to his father. "Papa, Vincenzo Santoro is a three years old boy in my class. Maria and Vince don't get along well," "Vincenzo Santoro?" Gisella's voice lowered in disbelief as she looks from her Mama to her husband and back to Maria and Marco.

"Polite." Marco frowned. "That's not scary." Gabriel looked at him. "It is when you're talking about Adrian." The room became still. Leon nodded. "He's charming." "Patient." "Educated." Another pause. "And completely ruthless." Antonio cursed. That combination was never good. Never. Leon continued. "Vincent found him in Eastern Europe." "A teenager." "Orphaned." "Brilliant." A pause. "Angry." The last word carried weight. Heavy weight.

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.

Lucas sped through the streets of bustling Los Angeles in his sports car, ignoring the honks and curses from other drivers as he raced to his destination. He had to be quick to get where he needed to be. Vincentius was a sensitive topic for Lucas. After Carlos informed him that something was wrong with Vincentius, he didn't hesitate to rush over. Carlos had told him that the orphanage where his childhood friend resided was facing trouble. Vincentius was the name of that orphanage, where both his little childhood friend and other companions lived.

“Drive.“ Then he turns back to me. “So. What made you decide to come?” I look out the window. “Maybe to piss off my husband.” “Mmm. Honest. I like that.” --- DANTE’S POV The lounge at Russo’s club smells like cigars and bad decisions. I’m on my third drink, and even that can’t help keep me calm in their infuriating presence. Russo is laughing at something Vito said. Something about a shipment in Naples. Vito blows out a ring of smoke and slaps my shoulder. “You’re too quiet tonight, kid.”

"I hope it was all good things." "The best," I said. Lucas's hand pressed against my lower back. I wasn't sure if he was warning me or if it had been in approval. The questions came in waves after that. How did you meet Vittorio? He's never mentioned you. "We met through mutual friends," I said. "He's very private about his personal life." You're very young. This must all be quite new to you. "I adapt quickly." You adjusted so quickly. How remarkable.

com To : DameinYoung.damien@g***l.com From: MrsYoung@g***l.com Subject : lyrics Mr Young, I’m trying to come up with excuses as to why you never talk to me, or why you disappeared that day before I even see you. Maybe you need time? If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have come to pick me up or there wouldn't be any accidents. I understand if you don't like me anymore, Can We meet?( Not me crying on my bed and sending you this)

Even Vincent suspected him of not being able to perform. Vincent was still rather agitated. "Young Master Leonardo, why don't you give it a try with the Young Mistress?" Immediately, Leonardo flung the magazine at Vincent. However, Vincent simply caught the magazine and suggested with a smile, "If you're not interested in the Young Mistress, shall I give Miss Lina a call then? I'm sure she'll be more than happy to give it a try with you." Young Master Leonardo has recovered his manhood, he's a full man!

"Back straight, shoulders squared, chin up and don't let them know what you're thinking. Blank face. Watch your dad, and learn, kid. Learn. He is the best Mafia Boss of his time. You might wanna learn a few things from him." Matching his father's posture, they approached Vincent standing outside the door. Greeting each other with their handshake, they exchanged a few words before he informed the boss that everyone was inside and that this 'Rico' character brought his son along with him since he turned 13 a few months ago. Arcangelo nodded and took a swig of the drink handed to him. "You'll be needing that." The second-in-command spoke as his superior chuckled darkly.

Luca leaned against the wall, a faint bruise blooming along his jaw but his smirk intact. Dante stood before them, shoulders squared, blood still on his shirt. Vittorio’s voice was calm, almost soft, which only made it sharper. “Why did you hesitate?” Dante’s fists clenched. “He was a boy. Not a soldier. It wasn’t...” Vittorio’s eyes narrowed, his ring tapping against the crystal glass. “He was a Romano. That is all you need to know. Age doesn’t matter. Innocence doesn’t matter. Our world doesn’t allow for hesitation. Do you understand?”