Vincenzo Vinny Santorini Novels & Stories

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.

The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.

"Stefano." I nodded. "And the guy who calls himself Tanner?" "Antonio." Wow. My suspicion had been spot-on. "Tell Mariano that we're done. I don't need his men following me around." He shifted in his seat. "Don said you should talk directly to him about this." "I don't want anything to do with a murderer." I said fiercely.

“We’ll talk later. I need you to find out who took those shots at us when I went out with Viola a few weeks ago.” “I think it was Antonio. We both heard what the man who survived said. They were paid by a middleman but Antonio was the one who put out the order for the attack.” “You think he would put his daughter in danger? She almost died that day.” I defended even though I had a feeling Dante could be right. My doubts that Antonio was behind the attack were not because he wouldn’t put his daughter in danger—he would. It was because he had use for Viola. He wouldn’t fuck that up.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

"You look exhausted. You are." I murmured as I produced a knife and started to cut into the thick ropes with which he was bound.. the ropes did not give immediately, they were thick and strong and I could see the lines on Vincenzo. He had immediately dismissed the weary look in his eyes the moment he had seen us and that was the exact thing I had expected from him. He never was one to Show vulnerability. He would never show that he was in distress and needed help. If he had a way, he would break free right there and be the one to protect us from the harm we did not see coming. "I'm sorry you girls had to go through this much trouble for my sake. These bastards will have to pay for this."

I called over both Max and Damian. “Some more information just came in,” Vincent said, swiping through images on his tablet. “DeLuca has a son, Santino. He’s in the tenth grade. According to Demetrius, he’s not bright, not tough, and a loner. He’s been kicked out of three schools already and spends most of his time playing video games. DeLuca’s tried pulling him into Camorra Business, but the kid isn’t interested.” “I wish any of us had been given an option,” Damian muttered.

I step into the corridor and call him back. "Marco came to see me this morning," he says when he picks up. Marco Santoro. Vincent's business partner. I have met him once, briefly, at the apartment, charming and Italian and visibly curious about me in a way that felt like assessment rather than attraction. "Okay," I say.

Vincenzo seethed, baring his fangs at Elijah. Elijah held on to Vincenzo’s hand firmly, his face turning purple as he ran out of breath. I wonder how he could have ever believed that he was more powerful than Vincenzo. His body was so tiny and unsculpted. He looked like a bitch as Vincenzo held him up, his legs dangling in the air.

I can’t help but notice the way he subtly squirms and cringes whenever I mention anything about Lior, a fleeting shadow crossing his usually cheerful face. But I’m too caught up in the novelty of driving, the burgeoning sense of independence, to dwell on it. “So,” I say, as I cautiously navigate a turn, “Lior mentioned that Vince is one of his investors. He seems… intense.” Dante’s smile tightens almost imperceptibly. “Ah, Vincenzo,” he says, his tone carefully neutral. “He is… a man of great… forza. Strength. And very… protective of his friends.”