Vincenzo Vinny Santorini Novels & Stories

"W-Will you help us kill him? Vincent nodded before he let go of the two men's hair and wiped his dirty hands to the shirt he's wearing, not minding if it gets dirty. "I can help you but you also probably know that I'm not a fool to help people who are useless and incapable of being useful. Now tell me, who is your fucking boss?" The other man cleared his dry throat. "S-Santiago. His name is Santiago Madrigal." Vincent sarcastically chuckled. "So that fucking old man is still alive and was still into taking his revenge against me."

Siena was stunned, her eyes flickering uncertainly between the unfamiliar faces—Cristiano’s family. “Let me introduce your new family,” Gino announced with a sly smile, and Siena felt Cristiano stiffen beside her. “You already know your father-in-law, Vittorio Vitelli,” he gestured to a tall, broad-shouldered man near the front. He didn’t look particularly old—maybe early fifties—but his sharp features and cold, commanding presence made him seem older, and far more intimidating. “And that old lady in the center—she’s our grandma.”

“It’s plastic, Piper. It doesn’t have shoulders.” “Still.” I clutch mine closer.“So, tell me. What’s the deal with Luna Serena’s son?” Zoe sighs, her expression darkening. “Ryder told me the whole story. It’s… complicated.” “Complicated how?” She hesitates before saying, “His name is Nicholas. He’s Elijah’s stepbrother. Luna Serena became Elijah’s father’s second chance mate after Elijah’s mom died tragically. It messed them all up—Elijah and his father grew distant, and even when Luna Serena had Nicholas, the bond between father and son didn’t really heal.”

“Did you manage to find anything on them? Diego hasn’t said a word about your last meeting, but he did mention something about the Vatican City.” “The base of most of those who are against the hunters and allies of the hunters. I am not sure why he is going to want to go to such safe grounds, but I know that if he chose there as a location, then he must know something. The issue would be; even if we find Cosimo and Katerina we wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on them. Safe grounds mean that even touching a hair on their heads means death, and I doubt that your mate is going to sentence all of us to death because he is furious.”

Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word. '- I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

14 Luciano “Capo, la mia signora è con quel tipo di nome Rory Johnson. (Boss, my lady is with that guy named Rory Johnson.),” Domenico informed me, I was looking at the monitor and watching them walking past my men looking at them with surprised eyes. I fisted my right hand as I saw her holding that candy fucker’s hand. I wanted to break his hands. How did he touch what I touched?! How dare he?!

he whispered before strolling away from them. Vincent turned to replay, but was met with his father's face. Taking a step back from the man he grabbed Rebecca’s hand. “Figlio,” Francesco half shouted and slapped his son on the back. Vincent knew that as usual, his father had drank his fair share of the evenings liquor. Sighing he noticed Domenico standing behind his father and looked him in the eyes before cutting them in the direction of Enzo. Domenico understood what he was telling him and turned to follow Enzo. “Figlio, are you not going to introduce me?” Vincent heard his father ask him. Shaking his head, he put on a fake smile for his father and made introductions.

“Not until now.” “Antonio?” “Maybe not this time.” The words surprised even him. Vincenzo went silent for a second before asking sharply, “Then who?” Vito’s grip tightened around the phone. “Diego Sean.” Another deathly silence. Longer this time. Vincenzo hissed, cursing in Italian under his breath. “No,” he grunted. “If Diego Sean is involved, then it’s Antonio.” Vito’s cold eyes narrowed. “You know him?”

He pointed out. “Vincenzo.” “Don’t call me by my full name either.” “Then what am I supposed to call you?” The cold shoulder began driving me insane. “Mwan?” “Mwan?” Vince tried reading my face in utter confusion. “Man without a name?” “Let’s not make jokes ever again.” He looked disgusted. “You’re beginning to sound like Enzo Lamberti.” “Enzo?” The comparison was definitely not a compliment. I had heard many things about him, but most weren’t great.