Vincenzo Vinny Santorini Novels & Stories

he nodded his head continuously as he speaks, “you are quite bold for a Twenty-Two years old, Lily.” I bite my cheek trying to keep my composure in front of him. There was something about the way he calls my name. I have only had people around me who called my name with so much hatred and dispute in their tone, but Vincenzo was different. Even with his lust-filled intention at the back of my mind, I knew better that he was the only one who had called my name with such gentleness and care. “What? You are probably wondering how God could make me this perfect, right?” He boasted with sarcasm, and I immediately pulled my gaze away from him, staring at anything else except him.

"Dante! Hell of a fight!" I turn and see Santino Romano heading toward me. He's one of the old guard, runs territory in the north. I need his vote. "Santino." I shake his hand, firm but not crushing. "Good to see you." "Likewise, likewise. That knockout in the third? Beautiful. Clean. Efficient. This is what we need in a Pakhan—someone who knows how to end things quickly." I smile because that's what he wants to see. "I appreciate that. Your support would mean a lot."

Nicolo asks Marco. Marco rolls his eyes from Maria's killer glare back to his father. "Papa, Vincenzo Santoro is a three years old boy in my class. Maria and Vince don't get along well," "Vincenzo Santoro?" Gisella's voice lowered in disbelief as she looks from her Mama to her husband and back to Maria and Marco.

Santino scuffs with a chuckle "This little tactic of my brothers just further proves that my father was a fool for letting him lead, for giving him my spot, for making Alessiano the ruler of the De Leone family. “Do what needs to be done Valentino. Verona is a beautiful place full of hidden beaches and very large forest one could easily get lost in" Santino says as we wait for O’Neil to show up. Two hours later the netting is over and everything is set in place and awaiting my green light.

I take over his drink and he thanks me quickly before he introduces the woman who seems to be a mafia boss. "This is Bria Regio, she is another head of a family. These are her brothers Marco and Angelo," Vinny says and I shake all of their hands. "I'm jealous Vincent, you've got yourself a very gorgeous man," she says then sips the drink in her hand as she eyes me up. "He is also very gay, so I do not think he is interested in you," Vinny says and leans against me. "Does he have a brother?" She asks with a wink.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

“I’ve already lost one son today.” “Roman got what he deserved,” Domenico hissed. “No doubt there,” Giovanni said with a sigh. “He always was driven by his selfishness. I thought maybe he would learn something from you, but alas, he only stayed the sociopath he always was.” “What does that make me?” “That depends. You’ve stolen my goods. She’s worth a lot, being Francesca Vitale Santoro’s daughter.” A deep growl rumbled in Domenico’s chest, and he pulled me tighter against his back.

He can’t change his mind because if he did… if he did… He smirked. “I’m the boss, Santoro. No one will argue if I told them I changed my mind about marrying you,” he whispered, making me frozen in place. “I could’ve destroyed cities and burned every person in this room, but no one is powerful enough to stop me,” he mentions. When I looked up, I saw nothing in his eyes. Not even a single stroke of emotion can be seen. And then, I realized who I was sold to. He was Giovanni Dela Vin, the leading MOB leader and the most dangerous one.

"I'll call you later, okay?" I hung up before she could respond, hating myself for shutting her out. But what choice did I have? The people who had taken me yesterday weren't playing games. They'd made that clear with their knowledge of my family, their casual threats, their obvious resources. Vincent Torrino. The name was burned into my memory, along with his cold smile and expensive suit. He'd moved through that coffee shop like he owned it, like the whole world was his personal hunting ground. And behind him, pulling the strings, was Caspian Santoro.

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”