Vincenzo Villain Novels & Stories

“No.” Marco looked disappointed. “No?” Vincenzo stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. There was no anger in them now, only pure hatred. “I want him to die a very slow death,” he said quietly. “I want him to suffer. I want him to beg for the bullet. I want him to wish he had never laid a hand on my daughter.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “Break him, Marco. Break every bone. Burn him. Starve him. Make him feel every second of betrayal he gave me. But don’t let him die quickly. He doesn’t deserve that mercy.”

"Even if I have to save him from his own husband's mess." Vincenzo looked down from the crane, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. He saw his hitman dead. He saw a Vane protecting a Moretti. The world he knew the world of "purity" and "old blood" was dying in front of him. He raised his cane, shaking it at us like a fallen king. Then, he clutched his chest, his face contorting in pain. He stumbled, his cane slipping on the wet steel.

"And more. That head of yours. Oh, no, I'll preserve it, make sure it stays fresh and intact and that will serve as a welcome sign to Florence. Generation upon generation will know what kind of a sissy you are." Unsurprisingly, I smiled. And the expression brightened when a reminder visited. Unlike other villains, I wasn't easily pushed to anger. Vincenzo's threat showed a great level of creativeness. The Moreno bastard could be anything but a daftie. "Yes. Brood on that," he said. "Okay, I guessed I was wrong to have given him too much credit. He stank of immaturity.

After the treatment, they left me alone to get some rest. When I heard the door clicked, I turned my gaze towards the bright moonlight penetrating through my window. I tried to recall the happenings a while ago and the familiar name struck me. "Duke Nicholas" I whispered under my breath. Are they referring to Nicholas Sebastian Vel Lavite? Isn't he the 2nd male lead of the story? I couldn't lift my hands but only managed to sigh for the nth time. Is this because I've read a lot of novels that I could hardly remember all of the characters? Wait--! Isn't he the one who abhors the Imperial Family?

But I wasn’t going to let him. “Well,” I said, my voice cold and calculated, “let’s not forget the role I’m playing here. Don’t I at least deserve a portion of the power? Surely, it’s gotta be too much, even for you.” I kept my eyes on him, watching for any sign of weakness, any crack in his armor. But he was stone-faced. As always. “We’ve been over this,” Vincenzo replied, his voice low and final. “You’re not getting shit. You’re only a means to an end.”

Vinca had turned up at the Ball, her husband was blatantly showing his lingering feelings for his ex-fiancée and she still had no idea who the Mafia boss was. Luck was not on her side. Leo was already smelling fire. The lce King was not going to let some skunk outbid him, especially seeing that he was bidding for Vinca. Frost raised the bid to 50 million just to show Damont who's boss, but Damont raised it to 60 million, causing Ana's nails to dig into his thigh. They were not in a position to lose that kind of money over a stupid bid. Frost had a crooked smile. "Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?"

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

“Don’t even try playing this game with me, you figlio di puttana.” “Lower that shit,” Vincenzo ordered through gritted teeth, his voice steady and laced with menace. “She almost died!” Giuliano shouted, his voice raw with a mix of pain, desperation, and fury. “And if she dies, I swear, Vincenzo, you’re going down with her.” “You think you can manage that, Giuliano?” Vincenzo challenged, pressing his chin harder against the barrel. “Then do me the favor, pull that fucking trigger.” He stared him down, unblinking, straight in the eyes, steady, unshaken.

I said stupidly and he laugh. "What funny?"I asks but he just keep laughing.It really hard to see a mafia laughing and I'm seeing him do this making him look more cute. Vendetta concentrate!!! My subconscious yelled at me. "It for your own good"I defended and he stop laughing and he gave me a weird look through the rear view. "Do you even know who I am and what am capable of doing? You should be thankful you are a female I won't mind wasting you just now"he threatened. "Do you really think I'm someone you can get and get rid"I sounded confident for the first time.

He was soaked in them. How can someone be so positive? He thought in dismay. "You won't say but I hear you Alaya. I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have do it and let the matter take to court and should have waited until they punisher my father. But what i did I don't regret. Although it was wrong to do. And that all happened when I used to live in village. I ran away from there after that and came to Los Angeles. I grew up here as a orphan and completed my studies. And graduated in business management and after achieving several high degrees I got posted as a CEO in a company. Unluckily the owner of the company didn't had any son to who could inherit his company after his death. I ha