Vincenzo Villain นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Vincenzo roared at me, his eyes switching between me and the gun, " Shut the fuck up! LET. HER. GO. I promise anything.." The woman finally let out a laugh of victory. She replied in a sarcastic voice, " Oh my! Is that Don Vincenzo, the guy who sleeps with a new woman every single day? Interesting! He is finally tied to this pussy. I don't fucking want anything! I just.. want to go from here!" Vincenzo agreed without wasting a second, his face turning pale in fear, " GO but don't do anything to her..I swear that I will bury you alive if anything happens to her."

And standing beside her now, a shadow cast in old rage and fresh fury, was none other than Don Vittorio Ricci. His eyes glowed with hatred, locked squarely on Vincenzo, who was bloodied, bruised, and kneeling with iron defiance in his spine. Vincenzo lifted his head slowly, his voice calm, but cold as ice. "They killed themselves the moment they crossed the lines between business, respect, and personal boundaries." The slap cracked across his face. Don Vittorio’s hand trembled as he lowered it. "You bastard!" Vincenzo's lip split further from the force of the blow. He coughed, and blood stained his teeth. Still, he didn't look away. "If you want vengeance, take it. But don't pretend your chi

“Hmm. I don't know if I want to return her. She is too appetizing. It's the kind of food that we can eat every day and never get sick of. And I want to smear myself on it.” “You son of a bitch...! You have no honor at all, Vastano! Even us mob men have our honor,” Vince said, snorting and shaking his head from side to side. “You're a pig.” Vastano started to laugh. “I don't know why you want her back. If you're going to die tonight,” he shrugged. “Una grande perdita di tempo!”[2] Then, someone came from Vince's right side, but he dodged the attack and everything became a mess.

"You’ve come all this way for a woman. Is she really worth it?" Vincenzo’s fists clenched, and Marcello saw the muscle in his jaw twitch as if he was holding himself back from launching across the room and ripping Marcello’s throat out. Marcello felt a flicker of pride—he had always known Vincenzo was a beast at heart, and the fire that burned inside him was what kept him alive in this world of darkness. “I didn’t come for a woman, Marcello,” Vincenzo’s voice was like gravel, low and dangerous. "I came for her.”

I looked on as Vincenzo tossed Fiora onto the ground in revulsion; the sight made me burst out laughing. Fiora fell to the ground and was prepared to lash out, but as soon as she recognized Vincenzo, she shrank back like a terrified animal. Vicenzo's name was synonymous with fear all along the eastern side of Arinthia. He was a hard-edged Don, nothing like the gentlemanly Marco. He had bound an enemy's son to a concrete dock pillar ten years ago and watched as the tide slowly submerged him. He stood on the bank for four hours, watching the man's slow death.

Before his brother arrived, someone assassinated him. Kenchiki Gracia flew into a rage and went into what seems like a witch hunt to find his brother's killer. He personally tortured to death Aria kade and Keith hunter after his brother's funeral. He called together all their allied mafia group and hunted down anyone who had a connection with his brother's assassination. During this time, he met Alister Wang when he was injured by a hitman sent to kill him. Alister took him care of with whom he developed feelings with and, after recovering, he declared his feelings for him and told him everything about himself and the fact that he was a mafia leader. Alistair was flattered however he kicked

"LET HER GO!" I flinched at his growl but Vincenzo didn't even blink. "Scared, Duncan De Sylvano? The most powerful man in the city? But alas, a king is nothing without his queen," Vincenzo sneered. "Now you will feel the pain I felt when you killed Marko! When you destroyed my businesses! And now the fucking CIA is after me again!" He tugged at my hair harshly, getting another gasp of pain from me. He made us take up another stair.

I could feel the anger building up like a storm inside me, threatening to break free. "Now, tell me," I said, my voice eerily calm. "Why Selena?" Vincenzo sneered up at me. "Because she's a symbol of your weakness," he spat. "A reminder that you're nothing but a soft-hearted boy playing a man's game." My hand clenched into a fist, and without another word, I sent it crashing into his face. The sound of bone breaking was music to my ears. He crumpled to the ground, groaning.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.