Vincent X Scott Novels & Stories

“Vincent, this could be good or bad depending on how you want to play it. If you want a fight, I can give it to you.” Vincent instantly left the door at Gabriel’s cold warning and the latter pushed it open. When he entered the room with Maeve, he closed it behind them and asked, “Care to tell us how the dead rise from the morgue?” The room was so scattered that neither Maeve nor Gabriel made any attempt to sit and remained standing in the doorway. Vincent’s knees were weak and he pleaded, “Mr. Scott please, I will tell you everything but I don’t want to go to jail.”

"You have served me for years. This is the first time you have ever truly disappointed me... and it was over a woman." Vince remained silent for a moment before speaking softly. "Sir... the Madam is not like other women. She deserves to be respected." "You admire her?" Vince didn't flinch or deny it. "Yes." Hearing the answer, a cold, mocking smile played across Xavier’s thin lips. He studied Vince for a long time before speaking. "It seems your 'compassion' goes deeper than you're willing to admit." Vince’s expression fractured. He pressed his forehead to the floor, his hands flat against the carpet. "Sir, I swear on my life, I have never harbored a single improper thought toward the Madam.

He went back to his previous position and stood still, leaning on the wall with his legs and arms crossed. I turned to look at Xavier who had the most dreadful look on his white face, it even look like he would snap Devin's neck within the twinkle of an eye. He moves closer with his shoulders high like they could no longer lap beside him. "X-Xa Xavier?" I stuttered "I needed to keep the books up" I moved back. I didn't know what I was scared of, either the murderous look on his face or the fact that he seems to be scowling at Devin who in return had the same dreadful look.

Saint cooed from behind with girly squeals as I rose to my feet with Victor, "you're drowning in his shirt. Big man and Little lady." "That's almost as original as Saint and Sin," Victor taunted but I couldn't focus on his words. I gawked at the vast plane of his chest. How a dark sprinkling of hair dotted his tanned skin. His muscles were defined and the scars on his body popped with a pale pink hue. "You're an infuriating man," Saint grumbled before marching off, "don't fuck this up." I raised a brow in question as I craned my neck to meet Victor's hooded gaze, "What's she talking about?"

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

That's my girl. “ Okay, explain.” I tell them snapping my fingers at Creed as he watched Charlotte eat her food “ oh right” he said shaking his head “ We found traces of his scent in the west end of the territory.” Ryan says I raise an eyebrow as Charlotte hands her coffee to Creed for him to hold. He takes it without hesitation. “ on our territory??” She says through a mouth full of food. Reaching her hand back out for her coffee. Again he hands it to her without blinking.

We finished lunch and left towards headquarters. I will drive, Filomena reluctantly accepted, to go ahead and the X, like a true gentleman, went behind. He straightens out his beige suit and sits right in the middle, forcing me to always stay in my field of vision in the rearview mirror, a real son of a bitch. As soon as we arrived at the Villa the gaze of admiration of X upon seeing the house gives me full satisfaction, reminding me that he is the financier of all this. I turn to him to invite him to take a tour of the NGO.

Their proximity allowed Anna a close look at his eyes which looked so dreamy. “Huh…” She re-adjusted her stance as his warm hold increased by seconds. “I don’t.” Her voice was low. “I don’t regret it.” ”Good,” Drake said as he broke into a huge smile. Another kiss and he said, “That’s all I wanted to hear.” ~ “That’s our man,” Josh said as he pointed at the screen. “His name is Tate McMuffin.” ”He looks like someone who just left prison,” Anna said. She wasn’t a huge fan of stereotyping people, but the rough look of the man in the picture made it look like the man had spent a lot of time in jail.

, Charles answered, turning to glare at Vincent. “Oh” Kate murmured, but she swore the name sounded like someone she knew. “So you've been gossiping about me”, the man named Vincent said, as Charles rolled his eyes in response. “I should have introduced myself earlier”, he added, turning to Kate. “I'm Vincent Andino but you can call me Vincy”. “Vincent Andino!? There was only one Vincent Andino she knew and he was her cousin!” Kate thought, masking her shocked expression. “No wonder he looked familiar”.

"I have been praying for this since you told me your decision! I’m so glad Vincenzo finally caved." Scott, however, looked like he had just swallowed a lit cigarette. He stared at me for a long, unblinking ten seconds. Then, he slowly put his fork down and leaned over the table, his expression dead serious. "Rino Lombardi?" he asked, his voice low. "The guy who looks like he’s been carved out of a mountain and hasn't smiled since the Cold War? That Rino?" "Yes, Scott," I said, trying to keep a straight face, "That Rino."