Vincent X Scott Novels & Stories

Xavier: Hunter’s knock came five minutes after midnight. I’d been waiting for it. And though Valerie expected me to be beside her in bed, I knew that tonight was not going to be an easy one. If anything, it was going to be a long one. He entered the office, shoulders tense, the faint scent of rain clinging to him from the storm outside. “I found something,” he said quietly. I motioned for him to sit, though he didn’t. His jaw worked as he placed a file on my desk, thin, almost empty.

Once we had the groups all set up and Robbie had Aria safely back in the ballroom, my brothers and I headed to the hospital to find out what warriors had been injured. Jamie, Nathen and Josh are all doing ok. They have some rough injuries but thanks to werewolf healing they will be fine in a day or so. Scott, however, was the poor soul that didn't survive. He didn't stand a chance, they snapped his neck. Once I had checked in on them the reality hit me square in the face and instantly had me so fucking angry.

Wore his authority like a second skin. “This is Agent Vincent Hale,” Mia said. “FBI, special ops division. He’s been tracking Vance for years.” Vincent stood and extended his hand. “Leon. Margarette. I’ve read everything.” Leon didn’t shake his hand immediately. “So you know how many people he’s killed. And how close he came to my wife.”

They were too professional with their jobs and serious too so I stopped making small talks with them. Knox reached behind the backseat and took out a can of coke. He opened the soda and raised it on my lips. “Drink.” I didn’t realize I was that nervous at all, not until I saw my hands reaching for the can in Knox’s hands. I sipped the not so cold drink, half emptying its content before inhaling in and out to calm myself. Preston's phone rang and she handed it to me. “It’s Mr. Reed,” was all she said before looking back into the road as Scott drove to our place.

Scarlett. "Please," I moaned with tears of bliss streaming down my cheeks. "Mine," I heard Vinn growl as he sank his teeth into the sweet spot on my neck. An orgasm ripped through my body. "Ahhhh," I cried, and he kept his teeth in as he began to pump fervently, growling and groaning.

I say and in walks my right hand man, my brother Vincent. "Boss, your father is coming to meet you tomorrow at five o'clock pm. Your brothers will be here by twelve as well." I tell him ok and I give him the permission to leave. It was already ten o'clock and I had business I needed to get taken care of. There was a special guest here and I couldn't keep him waiting.

"You…" Cole breathes in and out. Calming her heart which was beating too fast for her to focus. "You said you were a doctor." She mentioned. "Y-Yes." Vincent reaches into his pocket. "I can show you." Cole tensed, but when Vincent took out his work badge and wallet, her shoulders relax. "Look", Vincent spoke as he held up the badge. "That's me… Vincent Lance."

I start pacing anxiously hoping the plan works out and I don’t end up dying. A few minutes after Julia leaves, I hear the keys and the door nob moving. I quickly grab the antidote and chug it then I hide the little container back inside my shirt. Austin wakes inside with a sinister smile that makes the hairs in the back of my neck stand. “Hello Beautiful.” He says and smirks. “What do you want Austin?” I growl. “Oh, you know just following the boss orders.” He says smugly. “What did that psycho bitch ask you to do now?” I snap.

Vincent, as usual, looked his dapper self in brown boots, jeans and a beige V-neck shirt with a brown scarf and coat. He handed me a bouquet of white roses which was very thoughtful of him. I placed it on an empty vase and poured water on it in a jiffy, leaving it in my bedside table when Vincent and I continued on our way. He used his personal sportscar, a Maclaren, to drive us to our destination.

Xander asked pretending not to know me, but I just stared still not moving. Xander Grey and Cassian DeNoych, well-known billionaires, they were friends with Vincent Noir and they were known for always chatting with Vincent, it's like they were magnets, always dragging him along. "Come here," Vincent said, gesturing and tapping on the seat next to him, I nodded and sat down, he gazed to see if I was comfortable and reached for a glass, then took a sip. "You became more pretty, I can't believe you are back!" Xander said and turned to Vincent.