Vincent X Scott Novels & Stories

—Morrison Uncle Morrison. Back when I was in the family,he was the only one who taught me how to shoot, how to stand my ground in a ruthless world of men.For the past ten years,he had written to me regularly. He never once mentioned Vincent's name in his letters,but I could guess what had happened on the West Coast. Vincent had issued a global kill order on Lila and Marcus.He took back his syndicate and slaughtered the Tomahawk Bratva until there was nothing left.

One thing I like about him is that he's always on alert, primarily for calls. We mostly converse through calls. He's my leading man for a reason. Scar was Nora's ex-lover. He loved Nora, Vincent's ex-wife, unquestioningly, so that he could lay down his life for her. But as fate would have it, Nora was mated to Vincent, and she accepted the bond, leaving Scar hurt. Scar, formally known as Scott, was ready to go to any length to harm Vincent, so I used the advantage of his rage towards this Pack to get him to work for me. "How's the search going?" I ask without delay.

Scott watched as they all edged towards them with their shining weapons but he was quick to stagger back before he would be sliced. "We don't want any trouble," Scott replied, trying to appeal to reason. "We're here to free these innocent people who have been unjustly imprisoned. You don't have to follow these orders blindly." Vincent laughed coldly, showing no signs of backing down. "I follow orders because that's what keeps me alive, unlike you, who will soon be dead," he retorted before swinging his weapon towards Scott but he was quick to slide left. Scott used his hands to punch Vicent on the face causing him to stagger back.

But he was also baffled when his sister told everyone that Scott was a vampire and he hurt Vince on purpose. "Guess where?" Rupert asked while sneering instead. "Don't tell me, Vince university?" Harry answered his question in advance. "Bingo! Maybe, Vince, you will encounter him in your school once in a while!" Rupert exclaimed as he raised his hand. Some liquid of the wine was spilled on the floor and the table. Vince was stunned by what he had heard. Scott was now a graduate student and became a professor at an early age while Vince would finish his major that year.

He winks before reaching put for the glass of champagne she was taking before he interrupted her and hands it to her finally. "Where is the lucky husband?" He asks as Gabrielle sips on the bubbly beverage before looking at Vincent who is just behind Scott, the general manager of the hotel. "Congratulations man. Didn't come to my expectation that this kiddo will actually bear someone's name... Scott McHale." He reaches out his hand to him which Vince reluctantly accepts. "I used to take this kiddo for a horse ride when she was this smal..." he says motioning his hand just right in front of his waist like measuring Gab when she was a girl.

I don’t know if he noticed the pun in his statement. “Hello, Uncle Patrick, how have you been?” Vincent asked courteously. “I’ve been well, son,” he replied, tapping Vincent’s shoulders. I guess he had a thing for tapping. They exchanged several pleasantries, and Uncle Patrick cracked a lot of jokes before the topic of me was raised. “Uncle, this is Anne-Marie Scott, my girlfriend,” Vincent introduced, placing his hand on the small of my black, gently urging me forward. “Hello sir, it’s a pleasure meeting you,” I said, conjuring up all the courteousness I was never taught.

He simply looked up at Jake with a look of polite, devastating condescension. "I apologize for interrupting your little drama, Mr. Floyd," Vincent said. His voice was a deep baritone, unamplified, yet it carried to the furthest corners of the hall. "My name is Vincent Vale. I am here on behalf of Vector Holdings."

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

"You look exhausted. You are." I murmured as I produced a knife and started to cut into the thick ropes with which he was bound.. the ropes did not give immediately, they were thick and strong and I could see the lines on Vincenzo. He had immediately dismissed the weary look in his eyes the moment he had seen us and that was the exact thing I had expected from him. He never was one to Show vulnerability. He would never show that he was in distress and needed help. If he had a way, he would break free right there and be the one to protect us from the harm we did not see coming. "I'm sorry you girls had to go through this much trouble for my sake. These bastards will have to pay for this."

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”