Vincenzo Vinny Santorini Novels & Stories

She asked him uncertainly, swallowing thickly. "Sure," Arcangelo spoke, never tearing his gaze away from the road as he took a turn. "So Vincent's family consists of his parents, Beppe and Laura, and then his three sisters: Clara. Maddie, Josie, with their husbands and kids as well as Alyna, Claudia, and little Alberto." "Three sisters?" "Yup. Vincent was the only son between the four of them." "Okay, who else?"

Vincenzo said with his deep velvet voice, authority lacing his every word. Vince was a head taller than the guy, he had dark brown hair and an equally brown eyes giving him an innocent look. From his accent I could tell he was Italian. He nodded his head reluctantly, he glanced at me and threw me a cheeky smile mouthing 'talk to you later' before heading towards the door. Once he was out of sight, I asked. "Who is he?" I opened the tub of ice cream and took a spoon. I moaned in satisfaction.

as they pass. "Cain, how's it going?" Gene links with me and I can tell by his tone that something is wrong. "Flame's fighting Ekron, about a third of the pack have left to become rogues. What's going on with you?" I link back, my eyes following the fight in front of me. Ekron is good, he must have been trained well, but he's got obvious tells, which Onyx is taking full advantage of and by the sounds of the crowd, everyone can tell she's winning.

he demanded, his voice as cold and unyielding as steel. Vinny cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Santiago," he began, "has defaulted on his payments, boss. He's fallen behind, and the interest is piling up." Marco's jaw clenched, a simmering anger coursing through him. Santiago had known the consequences of crossing their path. There was no room for leniency in this world. "And what of his proposal?" Marco asked, his tone laced with disdain. Vinny hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "It seems he's considering offering his daughter as... compensation for his debt, boss."

The look in his eyes makes me nervous but I remain still and quiet while I wait for him to start talking "Tony, about an hour ago Nathan, Daniel and Micky found a girl out in the forest. She claimed not to be a Rogue and she didn't smell like one either but she wouldn't tell them who she was. She would only speak to me so I came straight down here." I have no idea who it could be so I remain quiet and wait for him to explain more. The look on his face turns nervous as he takes in a deep breath and runs his free hand through his hair and I snap unable to bear the silence anymore. "Who is it, Nicky?" I feel my whole body tense up suddenly dreading his answer. "Tony, it's Ro-" Before he can fin

he added with a sinister smirk at the end of his lips. " Do you Eleanorah Cortessi, accept to take Vincent Vincenzo as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness or in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you two apart?" The priest went at her, completing the statement Vincenzo had not allowed him do at his own then earlier.

I said shrugging my shoulders. Jenny looked at Roman then back at me. Roman and Lucas were deep in conversation thankfully. “Yeh I saw the way Vinnie looked at you, I think you may have started a war here” Jenny laughed. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Vinnie is our cousin, Santos’ brother. Roman and Vinnie have always been close” Jenny looked up again to make sure Roman wasn’t listening.

"And now, it belongs to the future Mrs. Vincent Luciano." Gianna’s gasp was a masterpiece of melodrama. She instantly clutched at Santino’s arm, her fear manufactured and perfect. "V-Vincent Luciano? Il Macellaio di Brooklyn? The Butcher of Brooklyn? The head of the Syndicate!" Marco slammed his scotch down on a nearby glass table with a sharp, decisive clink. His face became a mask of profound disbelief and mounting, terrifying rage.

I asked, placing my elbows on the table. Vincent paused for a moment, and I could see that he was deep in thought. “Maybe we can start early on, years ago.” Vincent stated, taking a sip of the glass of water that sat in front of him. “Our parents died when Susan was around 13 years old. I am five years older, so when they died, I was already working for the family. We didn’t have any family here, so Susan went to live with our maternal grandmother in Georgia. I didn’t really see her that much over the next few years. I was busy working my way up in the family and she was busy going to high school. She was around 20 years old when she came up to visit one summer.” He paused and shook his head

Is his simple reply. I raise my head to glare at me, but the height difference puts me at a great disadvantage. Santino is a very tall man, standing at 6'5. He pushes me away from him with a very disgusted look on his face like he touched the most filthy thing in his life. This is the most expression he has ever shown me. “ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.”