Vincenzo Vinny Santorini Novels & Stories

6'0 Lorenzo:Younger twin.Fun ,loving and a prankster.His good at hacking.Overproctective of his younger siblings but mostly Alessa.6'0 Vincent:Their Dad.45 years old.Cold, ruthless,mean, unmerciful and current mafia don.Loves all his children but mostly Alessa and also has a soft spot only for her.Would do anything to make Alessa happy and supper overprotective of her.Values family the most

“But let’s find out.” The man approached with a determined stride. Dante Moretti. His voice was deep, authoritative. “My name is Vittorio Santi. And I think we need to talk.” Inside the villa Vittorio Santi was the patriarch of the Santi family, the rival family that had been at war with the Morettis for decades. Everyone knew it. Everyone tensed. But Vittorio hadn’t come with threats. “Salvatore and I were enemies,” he said, sitting in the living room, a glass of wine in his hand. “But we were also partners. Secretly. Nobody knew.”

“Oh, still having a hard time to understand what I said? Or your brain just doesn't function right now because you're overwhelmed with what you see and hear?” Vince was speechless with his questions. He suddenly let out a sigh that startled him. “I thought you could be more observant than that,” he added. “Well then, allow me to introduce myself.” “I'm Sanjiro Victorino, the boss of this mafia.” Vince was surprised again. When he just said his last name, he could not speak in shock. He even lowered his hand because of that. There was silence between them and they let it be for Vince to process all the information he had heard.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

) I questioned. Vinnie dropped his head. Mirroring how Emiliana looked when I had asked her about Veronica. “Vincenzo!” I growled. It was a warning that he recognised immediately. “Gratteri. Diego Gratteri.” He answered lowly, loud enough for only me to hear. “That. Fucking. Snake.” I snarled, slamming my fists onto the table. The entire room fell silent around us, and the guards shifted in unison. I turned back to Vinnie, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “If he laid a hand on her –”

**DANTE** "You're sure it's them?" Marco's voice cut through the smoke in his office. I stared at the photographs spread across his desk. Vittorio Santoro. Nico Santoro. And a younger one I didn't recognize. "The Santoros requested the meeting themselves. Sofia's casino, two hours." I kept my voice steady even though my hands wanted to shake. Five years I'd waited for this. Five years of learning, planning, becoming someone my family wouldn't recognize.

You're in for more than you can handle. Then he turned back to me. "Vincent, you've broken the company's rules so badly that there's no place for you here. You should disappear." When Elio saw the crushed drive, he lunged at Santo, seeing red. "Are you insane? How dare you destroy the evidence proving that Vincent designed the routing plan!" Despite Elio's fury, Santo looked completely unbothered. He was only so calm because he thought he had powerful backing. He thought having a sister married to the South District boss gave him the ultimate trump card.

Their days were numbered, though, and that would have to be enough for now. “She recognized it, alright.” I grunted, forcing my eyes back onto the road. “Apparently, it’s the last name of Lorenzo Santino’s Uncle. His mother, Cortana Santino, had a half-brother that went by the name Dominic Harding. Dominic’s father was in the alcohol business, that’s how he met Cortana’s mother. They had Dominic, and a year later Cortana’s mother married another man and had Cortana.”

Vincentte looked at me and I nodded for him to go and I'll be fine, “I'm coming back” He said to me and left, now it's just me and his father, it was my first time meeting Vincentte’s father, and it's now even going well cause I'm shaking inside, he gently smiled at him cause it was beginning to get awkward with the way he's staring at me, And for the first time, his lips curved in a smile “Nice meeting you Nazy Matin, daughter of Antonio Matin, the drunk that caused the death of Vienna Vlaydimir, do you know who that is……Vincentte's twin”

"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.