Vincenzo Vinny Santorini นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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?

I am in my office at work and again, I don't think I can function well with everything I am facing and whatnot, so I close my computer. I've had quite a good number of meetings with Vincent Cabero and his daughter. I am getting power over the city. I like that. In a couple of months all of these will be mine, effortlessly built my empire from scratch and they are going to watch me enjoy it. My phone starts ringing and I grab it, putting it in my ear. "Sorvino? it's Gunner, you need to come over here quick please, we are having a situation with Summer," he says.

I’m staring at the photo on the screen. I would be lying if I said he didn’t cross my mind in the past month but I started to forget what he looked like. Now the memories flood back in. His face is unsmiling here but he still looks handsome. I read the news crawl. He’s Diego Santoro, millionaire businessman. I’ve heard that name before, wealthy beyond imagination and rumored to be part of the mafia. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

My stepmom came in too, looking so furious. “Are you sure?” The doctor asked. “Yes. I’m actually busy so please doctor, why did you call?” “Do you know Angelo?” he asked. Carina went silent. I can feel what she is feeling right now. I think she is feeling weird why the doctor knew about him. “How did you know him?” she finally spoke again. “From my patient, Jillian. Do you know her?” “Yes. I know her, Jillian Sagittarius.” “This is insane!” My stepmom yelled in anger.

He hands it off without a word before moving back to his place against the wall, arms crossed, watchful. Gray takes a slow sip, his pacing resuming—but slower this time, more deliberate. "This is gonna come back on us somehow," he mutters, more to himself than us. "We need to get ahead of it. Dig deeper into his background so we know exactly who his people are. Then we figure out our next move." Mason cocks his head. "What was his real name?" "Vincent Santoro. We checked Vinny before, and nothing major came back."

•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.