Vincenzo Vinny Santorini Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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…”

Cristiano mocked, resting his head on the crook of my neck, “We weren’t stopped by your men.” “How could possibly stop you, Vito?” He chuckled, slamming the glass on the table, “Especially when you came with a Hernandez.” He winked at me, the action sending chills to my body. Fucking perverts. “Though I’m surprised your father let you into our world, little boy.” He commented, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. What was it with them calling me little boy? “Weren’t you married to his sister though?” He digressed, pointing at Cristiano with a smile that didn’t meet his eyes, “Married to the sister, and fucking the brother.” He chuckle in amusement, clapping his hands.

"A woman like you? No fucking way you're a virgin." "Who said virgins can't be filthy, Rocco?" *** DIANA My name's Diana Santoro, and if five years in a convent taught me anything, it's that the Mother Superior has a bullshit detector better than any police radar. "DIANA!" Her voice cut through the garden like God himself decided to call me in for a personal reckoning. "GET OFF THAT WALL RIGHT NOW!" I nearly fell backward.

N/B: Maxim is the same as Vincenzo (I made a slight mistake with the name and I've edited it) Thanks.

Very very big mistake. There she is, looking at him, the meat in her lips, her upper body exposed, thankfully her bra is still on but her top is right atop the seafood on the table, soaking the juice from the meats. She leans closer, trying to lure him into kissing her by the taking the meat from her lips but what exactly is she thinking? That he, Lucas Santinello, the man who the world once widely and funnily thought to be gay, will lose his dignity over one woman without one?

And by the way War was hanging around Alyssa during our confrontation, I have a feeling he'll interfere somehow anyway. My father's lips curl into a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Vinny Santoro. He's in the mafia. He'll prospect, gain their trust, and then take your little whore from right under their noses." I stiffen, my fists curling against my thighs. "You're bringing the mafia into this?"

•SANTINO• “Who are you, and where did you get my number?” “I am Santino Banks. You’ve probably heard my name before. I want us to meet. I know you’re in New York with your brother, Lucius.” “I don’t know who you are, nor have I heard of you. What do you want from me?”

Vincenzo reminded. “Fuck you, Vincenzo Leorando Torricelli. Just kill me already!” Vivian screamed like a psychopath. Vincenzo smirked seeing her outburst; she was using her little strength—what a pity. He glanced at Antonia only to find her staring at him with pleading eyes.

"Make her cry, make it hurt. Show her what pain she gave to Avery." "Sure, I will take care of this here. You should go upstairs to her, she must be worried." Vincenzo said smiling. He is one of the very best and valuable friends Riccardo could make. Vincenzo is originally a lawyer but before that he used to work as an intelligence agent for a mafia gang. Ricardo once saved his life and took him in. Since then he has sworn his loyalty to him and even gained Riccardo's trust.

I asked in a tone that said I don't give second chances. "Yes, Mr. Gravano." "First question, why do you want to sell out your boss?" "Lorenzo has my two sons, and I want them back," Carter said, looking at me, and I could tell there was something more to the story. "Why does he have your sons?" "My wife and I used to work for him, but someone stole drugs and made it look like we..." "Wait, your son's name isn't, by any chance, Roberto Porzio?" I asked when I heard him talk about what happened.