Vincent Marucut 2 Novels & Stories

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Just then, Vincent walked over. “Sir, it’s done.” “How did it go with Marco?” I asked. “He made it five days in Tijuana,” Vincent said calmly. “Got himself killed by some local thugs in a card game.” I felt nothing. Marco’s death was just the price he had to pay. “And Mr. De Luca?” “On the streets,” Vincent said. “All his assets were seized. He’s in a shelter in the Bronx now.” “Get him a one-way ticket to Mexico,” I said flatly. “Tell him it’s the last favor he’ll ever get.”

Mariano pulled his fingers into his mouth one by one and sucked. "You taste like strawberries." He said. "So sweet." I just watched him, my jaw touching the floor. "Close your mouth, gattina." He winked. I did.

"I KNOW THAT HUMANS ARE BAD, BUT YOU ARE THE WORST HUMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN. I DO HATE YOU BUT SEEING THE DEPRESSED YOU LIKE THIS IS SOMETHING I HATE EVEN MORE. I’LL LEND YOU MY POWER TILL IT’S OVER. YOU CAN HAVE THIS POWER ONCE YOU MATCH ME SOMEDAY." Vincent opened his right eye. It was glowing purple, and he unsheathed his sword. suddenly, something like thunder struck Irwan. Vincent dashed and he was quickly slashing Irwan. Irwan tried to block it, but his sword went broken by a single slash. “Vincent! Has he awaken Doraduo?!” Arz was shocked. “Sir Wayan, is it bad?” Bari asked. “I... Don’t know,” Wayan said. ”Wrap them here if he went out of control!” He added.

“One more step and you die.” Julian froze. His finger hovered over the trigger, his knuckles white, but his eyes never left mine. They were filled with a frantic, silent promise. Then, a shadow detached itself from the darkness behind him. It was Vincenzo. He stepped forward with a calm that was more terrifying than any scream. He was lethal, moving with an impulsive grace that didn't belong in a place this filthy. Before Marco could even register a shift in the air, Vincenzo swung a heavy brick he’d salvaged from the rubble. It connected with the side of Marco’s skull with a sickening, wet crack.

“Our spy sent something.” That got my full attention. “What kind of something?” Instead of answering, Vincent stepped closer and placed his tablet on my desk. He tapped the screen. A video began to play. The angle was slightly elevated—subtle, well-hidden. Lucien’s office. Balcony doors open. I saw Malrick standing there, blood at the corner of his mouth. Lucien in front of him. Celeste in the doorway. And then I heard it. ‘The old bastard wants to perform a ritual that would make him live forever.’

​When she reached the shattered SUV, she found Marcus. ​He was pinned beneath the rear axle of the overturned vehicle, his legs completely trapped under the crumpled steel. The gray suit he wore was shredded to ribbons, soaked in a mixture of black mud and dark, sluggish blood from his crushed lower body. His chest was heaving, his breathing shallow and wet. ​But in his right hand, raised high above the rising puddles of toxic mud, he held a heavy, military-grade titanium case. The digital display on the case was blinking a steady green: VANCE LOGISTICS - MASTER CORE.

Blood splashed across the walls like paint. His lips pulled into a smile. "Fuck yeah," Marcello whooped. He flung his knives at two men, stabbing them in their chests, rushed up to them and twisted the knives before pulling them out. Vincenzo walked towards Nicholas, snatching the bat out of his hands. Nicholas's eyes widened at the sight of him. "Gonna borrow this for a while," Vincenzo said. Then he went back to chasing after Bennett. Alvin was still tied up in the chair. "A little help here," he called calmly as bullets narrowly missed his head.

I sat up in my chair, wondering why he was at the club and not at the warehouse where I had sent him to oversee the new shipment of goods I had ordered to be brought in from Italy. He found me and walked past the two men stationed at the doorway, moving towards me. “Vincent…” He started. I shot him a deadly glare and he instantly made amends. “Don Russo.” Marcel was my second-in-command and my right-hand man. Before then, we had grown up together and he had been there for as long as I can remember. When my father had decided that he wanted me to train somewhere far away from home, from Rotana, Marcel had been there for me through it all. He was also the strongest of all of my father’s traine

The next day, Chiara left the house early to work on some business. Vincent, a client of hers threw a fuss and killed two of her soldiers when he found out that his gun shipment was incomplete. Marcos had been there to supervise the transaction, so he stopped the gunfight which killed two of their soldiers and one of Vincent's men. Vincent had demanded a compensation for the missing merchandise, so Marcos arranged a meeting between Chiara and Vincent. It had caused a little mess and she had to resolve it before Leonardo got a whiff of it.