Vincent Marucut 2 Novels & Stories

The relief was so overwhelming that I started crying without meaning to. "It's really over?" I managed to say through my tears. "It's over," Adrian confirmed. "Vincent can't hurt you or Marcus or anyone else anymore." "How is Marcus? How badly is he hurt?" "He's in bad shape. Stab wounds, cuts and bruises, significant blood loss. But the doctors think he's going to make a full recovery." Jennifer looked up from her laptop, and I could see tears in her eyes too. "Did he say anything about the other people Vincent mentioned? The ones who were supposedly involved?"

he spat out, blood dripping from his nose. "That's enough, Venezio," Marco's tone brooked no argument as he grabbed Venezio's arm, pulling him away with a strength that surprised even himself. "You forget where you are and who you're dealing with." Venezio shot Marco a venomous glare, but he backed off, his anger simmering beneath the surface. Marco turned to me, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—a hint of concern, perhaps, or maybe just a warning.

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

Then assholes words from early come flooding back. “Who are you calling Mutt? You pathetic excuse for an Alpha. She could have died. She looked like she was dying. The blood coming out of her. After all she has done for you. After all she sacrifices to keep everyone safe. The pieces of herself she gives away. I hope a piece of used up worn out diseased infested Pussy was worth it. Hope you wrapped it, actually I hope you didn’t. She won’t want anything to do with you. I will make sure of it.”

"Sorry, but this isn’t a social visit. I’m here to finalize details for the trial." "I know, I know! But I think you could use a drink. What’ll you have?" Vincent said, pouring a glass of whiskey for his son. Marcus watched as the man handed the drink to Anthony and poured one for himself. With a sigh, Marcus relented. "Fine. I’ll have the same." "Good. One moment. Neat or on the rocks?" "Neat," Marcus replied without hesitation. "That’s funny… I remember Valentina used to say the same thing," Vincent said, unfazed.

His voice was sharp now, demanding clarity, and the edge of it made Fenrik glance at him. Vincent finally rose from the table, moving with the effortless grace of someone entirely unconcerned with danger or consequence. Each step was deliberate, measured. He removed his long coat and hung it neatly on a rack, the motion casual but precise, like someone performing a ritual. “I offered her a living vessel to drink from,” he said slowly, turning to face them. “A source that would have given her the power quickly, efficiently. But instead… she chose another living vessel.”

"We have maybe twelve hours of defensive capability left at this rate." "Then we make those twelve hours count." A runner burst into the command center. "Alpha! Luna! Marcus is back!" We ran to the medical bay, where Marcus was directing healers. On a table in the center lay Vincent, unconscious, blood soaking through bandages wrapped around his torso. "Is he—" I couldn't finish the question. "Alive," Marcus said. "Barely. The silver blade missed his heart by millimeters. He's lost a lot of blood, but he'll survive. If we can keep the enemy at bay long enough for him to heal."

CHAPTER 38 Manuel's POV I huffed in anger as I walked away from the door to Roberta's room. Vincenzo had been in there for a whole week after he returned from the wastelands and said that his entire family was murdered by Charlotte and her guards. It made me feel like a terrible person to be so upset at him for grieving for just a week when I had spent almost a whole year going in and out of taverns and pubs after Lucia died.

Vincent's eyes widened in awe. "Yes! This is it!" Vincent shouted. But Mike controlled Echo's power. The energy enveloped Vincent's device. The countdown stopped. Vincent's face contorted in rage. "No!" Vincent screamed. Anderson's grip tightened. "It's over," Anderson said. Vincent struggled, but Anderson held firm. Mike approached Vincent, Echo's power still swirling. "You'll never harm anyone again," Mike said. Vincent's eyes filled with hatred. "This isn't the end," Vincent spat.

“Myself, Marco DeLuca, and Victor Moroz.” “Marco and Victor?” Willow’s breath hitched. “They were in the circle? That explains Marco’s presence at the gates.” Roman gave a sharp nod. “I tasked Marco with the tech. Besides being a formidable Enforcer, that male is a ghost in the machine, a master of frequencies and hidden echoes. He rigged Vincent’s stone so we could hear the scratching of his thoughts even when he wasn’t projecting. As Marco holds stakes in the Vale’s northern trade routes, he was more than eager to excise that parasite from the pack hierarchy.”