Vincenzo Vinny Santorini นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I put the phone aside, "You can leave now." As soon as Agatha leaves the room, I get up from the bed and go to see if there is anyone behind the door, seeing no one, I move away a little and talk to Iuri again. "Emma, are you still there?" "Yes, I am, you can talk." "Got it, Emma. We finally have someone to help." "Who?" "Vincenzo Santorini." That name was not on the list Iuri showed me months ago. I know Vincenzo Santorini, there was no way I couldn't. He was one of the most dangerous mobsters I have ever heard of.

Unable to resist, I quipped, "Oh, Vincenzo, I forgot to mention that my couch is very particular about the company it keeps. It's probably allergic to expensive Italian suits." Vincenzo shot me a withering look before he walked over and sat down, staring directly at me. There he goes again with the staring. In the next few minutes, Scott told me everything about Santino Bruno and his enforcer that Vincenzo killed, how he has access to sensitive information and what part am I going to play in all this.

“Exactly. Holly and I talk about oolong and chamomile. We debate steeping times. We once spent an hour ranking herbal blends by emotional impact.” I stared. “That’s… disturbingly wholesome.” “She’s like family,” Santino said. “I swear on my nonna’s biscotti recipe.” I nodded slowly. “Okay.” Santino leaned back, then hesitated. “I’ve actually started seeing someone,” he said. Dante perked up. “Wait, what?” Santino smiled. “Her name’s Giulia. She’s a violinist. Smart, sarcastic, and she thinks my job is ‘mysteriously boring.’”

Although he looks adorable when he's sulking, still I don't want him to act like a kid having his tantrums just because I stop him with his unreasonable outburst. "You're so whipped son," Daddy Victor interjects using his natural foreign accent. He has the same accent as Vicenzo but his tone is more rougher and thicker. His voice really emphasizes that he's not getting younger. But despite his age right now and the sign of aging that is visible on his face, Sixto Victor Santorini is still looking strong fierce. The authority of his voice is always there although he's talking casually. Every word that came out of his mouth is really different.

Alvin trailed off. "So who's more powerful? You or him?" Wade asked Vincenzo. "They haven't clash yet. So it's hard to say," Marcello said. "Then let's go to Calabria. Don't say no, Vincenzo. We're basically a couple now," Wade waved the wedding ring in front of Vincenzo. Vincenzo sighed. "Gianpaolo De Santis, the don of the N'drangheta isn't someone to overlook,"

He looked at me first. “Luca,” he said quietly, voice rough with age. Then, without warning, he pulled me into a firm embrace. I froze. For a moment, I couldn’t move. This was Vittorio Santoro, a man feared by everyone who knew his name. A man built on discipline, power, and impossible expectations. Yet he held me like family. “You’re an idiot, Luca,” he murmured, voice low enough that only I could hear. “Did you really think I didn’t know? Did you think I would turn my back on a man trying to protect his child?”

“Yes, well, I’m sure there will be plenty of time for explanations and reunions later. Right now, the lines of fate are converging–” “So it is you,” Enzo growled, giving me one last, unreadable look before he stormed across the room to Bennett. He grabbed his shirt in a fist and lifted him clean off the floor. “You’d better start explaining what the fuck you’ve been playing at, right now, otherwise your head will be removed from your neck so damn fast–”

Vinny nodded, reaching for the phone to call his dad, praying that he wouldn’t get the yelling then. ----- “Che cazzo è successo (what the fuck happened)?” Donatello asked as he burst through Giovanni’s front door. Valentina glanced up at him and then at the two men following behind him. “Val, this is the family surgeon, David, and the baby of the family, Santronio.” Val shook both pairs of hands but cast a look at Vinny. “I wasn’t aware you had a younger brother.” “Yeah, their fallback son if anything happens to me.” It was meant as a joke to ease the tension, but no one dared laugh.

Mr Sirenio looks up at Vincent, fear flicking in his eyes. “I know who you are,” he says then. “You’re an Ivanov. Vladimir’s son, aren’t you?” Vincent barely pays him any attention. “Why would you let a lowlife like him tell you what to do when you’re the boss?” at that, Vincent turns to him. “Would you rather I take over?” his Russian accent is thick as he glowers at the man in the chair. “You wouldn’t like my tactics,” Mr Sirenio clamped his mouth shut, knowing his plan at turning Vincent against Miles didn’t work.

Said Lev with a shook of his Head. " The Santinos family never allows any stranger into their lives, it's in their rules. Even every members are married except for the underboss, Marco and of course the boss himself. I would have suggested we sent a female to seduce them but I don't think that would work either, Maximo don't flirt around because he is allergy to dirt. He claimed and believe women who sleep around are infectious and disease. On the other case with Marco, he has a fiance already. He is too loyal to maximo and his woman so... " Said Kirill with a shrug of his shoulder.