Vincent X Scott Novels & Stories

she shrugs and turns back to Nixon who takes the tree steps he'd taken up the stairs until he was back on the ground level then walked around her to my side. "Viviana Harper is really my mate" his tone is low sending chills in some uncertain way down my spine. Nixon takes me completely by surprise when he takes my hand in his, sending a wave of sparks and heat up my hand tell its spread through my whole body. I tighten my hold on his hand and give it to small squeezes and if to tell him I've got him and I don't even know what it is I'm trying to give him strength for.

Vin's voice held a warning but that didn't flinched me Scott looked between us, clearly uncomfortable. "Scott," Vin's voice cut through the air like a blade. "Remember who pays your salary." The dismissal in his tone made my blood boil. I whirled around to face him, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. "I saved your life, Vin. You owe me that much." "Remember I'm not someone you should go against," he cautioned, his voice maddeningly calm. "Pick your battle wisely." "Stop confusing Scott," I snapped, frustration bleeding through every word.

Stone yet. “Doctor?” His gaze shifts, sliding toward Shaun with something loaded behind it. “Delighted..” He gestures loosely ahead. “Come. No need to keep the show waiting.” We move to one of the tables and sit, one by one. Xavier and Ryan take their places as well, though Vincent’s men remain standing—silent, looming, unmoving. Vincent, on the other hand, doesn’t even pretend to be subtle—he guides the woman onto his lap like she’s a trophy, and she settles there easily, he smile all teeth as if this—him—is exactly where she wants to be.

Katrina calls out as they both start shooting and waiting for the beep of the computer before the next shot. Jonathon looks back at Vince when he finishes his last shot. Seeing him put down the gun; he smiles realising he didn’t register any of his shots. “Let’s see how you both faired” Vince states, as the television screen shows the targets. “Target 1 is Scott’s. 38 out of 50 points. Not bad” Vince states as his friends high five and pat him on the back. “Target 2; Jonny’s. 46 points. Well done.” “How the fuck did you beat me?” Scott seethes, glaring at Jonathon.

I didn't fail to notice how his hands were shaking. “What's your name?” He looked caught off guard by the question. “W-what?” “I'm not going to repeat myself.” “Sergio. My name is Sergio.” “Now Sergio, do you have any idea who your boss sent to tamper with my security cameras?” He shook his head quickly, a little too quickly. He was lying. Again. I could tell Vincenzo was about to lose his shit right then, and my assumptions were correct as Vincenzo brought out a 9mm glock 19 gen5 pistol gun from his back and swiftly shot him in the same injured thigh.

I might have too if I were moved by the female body. Vincent took his time dragging out one last puff of cigar and putting out the embers on a seashell shaped ashtray. He wouldn't be rushed for anything and we all knew this. He got up slowly, moving smoothly over to the bar at the corner of the room. “You boys want a drink?” He asked. Elias and I glanced at each other quickly. “We’re alright boss.” He responded on our behalf. “Right.” Vincent scoffed and poured himself a finger of scotch. His movements were calm, almost lazy but I knew that was only because he was trying to mask the rage he felt underneath.

he added with a sinister smirk at the end of his lips. " Do you Eleanorah Cortessi, accept to take Vincent Vincenzo as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness or in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you two apart?" The priest went at her, completing the statement Vincenzo had not allowed him do at his own then earlier.

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to make sense of his words. "For me?" I repeated, seeking clarification. Scott's face grew sterner, his voice laced with concern. "Yes, Cindy. You don't need to know the details, but, trust me on this. Stay far away from him." I numbly nodded, struggling to process the fact that Vincenzo had taken someone's life. The image of him, the man with the dark eyes and dangerous demeanor, flashed before me, "Okay..." And then Scott put on a panty-dropping smile, trying to diffuse the situation as he saw my tense expression, "How was your birthday, crazy girl?"

I glanced at Hardin, but he was already looking at me, the ghost of a smile at the corner of his lips. “Vincent Maddox,” he said, almost lazily. “He’s a longtime friend of my grandfather. Used to handle everything from real estate to... well, let’s just say things that needed a certain kind of discretion. He’s sharp. One of the few people I’ve watched my grandfather actually listen to.” Vincent raised his glass slightly like he was toasting the compliment, then downed the rest of his scotch. “Don’t let the beard fool you,” Hardin added, with a wink in Vincent’s direction. “This man’s forgotten more power moves than most of these pricks will ever learn.”

"I am just telling this as a warning. But let us hope from our creator above. Let's pray for Mr. Hunderson." With that Mr. Scott got so disappointed on his self. Everything was falling from their side, and things are going well around the enemy; this isn't supposed to be! Mr. Scott stood and bid his last retort. "A-About the securities, I'll triple it if necessary. Don't worry about anything else." He left the office with such a heavy heart. Meanwhile, Vince is with Mike, inside the room where Mr. Hunderson is. Mike was a bit smiling with how Vince tries to comfort him.