Novel & Cerita Vincenzo Villain

The results I was working for had finally shown, and I was going to enjoy that moment, no matter what. I smiled at Declan as he shook me vigorously. What he didn't know was that Vincenzo was still out in the wastelands, plotting his revenge on me. He also didn't know that the burnt head in his courtyard belonged to Denzel, who had failed me.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

She couldn't just compliment him out of no reason, there had to be something and in his case, perhaps she read his mind and was trying to hide what she truly felt about the hideous scar on his face. " It's unlike you Vincenzo to run to the aid of a woman. It's unlike you to fight for a woman" thet heard and Vincenzo turned his head to face the speaker. Seeing that it was Lorenzo, his anger for piqued to it's limit. He had seen him mutter something to his security earlier, minutes before the lights went off. He knew him, he knew how he loved women. He knew how he couldn't control himself whenever he was near one but he didn't know that such obsession could lead him to disobeying orders and ev

“One more step and you die.” Julian froze. His finger hovered over the trigger, his knuckles white, but his eyes never left mine. They were filled with a frantic, silent promise. Then, a shadow detached itself from the darkness behind him. It was Vincenzo. He stepped forward with a calm that was more terrifying than any scream. He was lethal, moving with an impulsive grace that didn't belong in a place this filthy. Before Marco could even register a shift in the air, Vincenzo swung a heavy brick he’d salvaged from the rubble. It connected with the side of Marco’s skull with a sickening, wet crack.

He gave a low, mock-apologetic bow, one hand pressed to his chest like he was hosting an opera, “Wouldn’t dream of touching a hair on their heads.” And that right there was the exact moment I knew he was lying. A moment passed then a voice cut through the hall behind us. Before Rino could even turn, a hand fisted into the front of his suit jacket, knuckles white. Vincenzo. He slammed Rino hard into the wall. The sound echoed down the corridor. “Don’t fucking speak to her,” Vincenzo growled, nose nearly touching Rino’s. “Don’t look at her. Don’t breathe in her direction unless you’re trying to die slow.”

“You are unusually attentive for a mere employee. Bringing dinner yourself? That is not the Vincenzo I know.” Vincenzo did not react. His expression hardened into something unreadable as he turned toward the door. “She is a valuable asset to the Vitale Group International. I protect my investments.” “Is that truly all?” Sebastian’s tone shifted, losing its teasing edge as he straightened. “The blood work came back, Vincenzo. She did not collapse from something as simple as low blood sugar.” Vincenzo paused, his hand resting on the doorknob. He did not turn.

“You die last… You’re going to call Marcello and tell him everything went perfect. Then you’re going to give me every account, every name, every secret you handled for the pure-blood captains.” Ricci nodded frantically, blood dripping onto the scattered cash. I moved to Vincenzo’s side. His knuckles were split again from earlier bruises; I could smell the copper on his skin when he looked at me, the enforcer mask cracked just enough for me to see the man underneath— the one who had almost lost me tonight and was ready to burn the city for it. “You good?” he asked quietly. “I’m still standing,” I answered. “That’s enough.”

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.

He couldn't blame her for that. "So that's how you play, huh?" Vincenzo scoffed. "What a coward you really are? You claim to love a girl and then threaten to take her life for what? A revenge. I thought this fight was man to man but you really proved to be a disappointment."