Vinnie Hacker Fight Novels & Stories

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

Leonardo said, excusing himself from the conversation. He made his way upstairs, moving quietly. Vince went back to his room and his door was slightly open. Leonardo could hear the soft clicking of keys. He peeked inside and saw Vince, hunched over his laptop, typing furiously. The “V” symbol on the screen caught his eye. Leonardo's heart sank as his brows furrowed—he recognized it from the hacking incident at Harrington Luxe. “I know that symbol,” Leonardo said, stepping into the room. Vince froze. His hands hovered over the keyboard, and he slowly turned around. His eyes widened for a second before his face settled into a defiant look.

There was no escaping me today. I checked the pantry in case he had seen us and decided to hide and that also came up empty. I was heading back to the living room when I heard a whimper. Pedro was dragging a man out by the hair and a chuckle escaped my lips. It didn’t take as long as I had expected. “Is he the only one present?” I asked. Pedro had shot him in the arm and he was desperately clutching onto it. “Vincenzo has the other guy. The hacker. This is the fucker that sends the note. I already unarmed him.”

“Get off me, asshole.” “Um…” I started, not sure if I should intervene or not. The cabin doors opened, and people came streaming out–Fiona, Ted, his boyfriend Andrew. A minute later, Enzo and Nina followed, trialed by Seth, Jenna, and a boy from the team named Brodie. Soon everyone was gathered around to watch the fight. “I’m going to kill you,” Matt snarled, punching Jack in the side of the head. Jack hit him in the ribs again. “Get the fuck off.”

Both of them were annoyed at having to waste time like this, causing them to lose the Blood mafia, who had the chipset. “Fuck! I can't stand you anymore!” Cylo holstered his empty gun and ran towards Ivo. Ivo also holstered his gun and ran towards Cylo. “You're really annoying!” These two handsome men fought each other. They fought physically inside this old container. Cylo lunged at Ivo, but the hacker dodged him. Then Ivo quickly kicked Cylo in the waist. But Cylo immediately retaliated by punching Ivo in the face. The two fought fiercely with their bare hands.

Marco »»»◈««« Parking my car, I headed straight into the gym. A few of our men had been attacked in Rochester by the FBI this morning, they had brought them in for questioning, we buried the matter before it spiraled out of control. I spotted Niko in the ring, fighting with Alessandro, while Evangeline sat in the corner, gently caressing her bump as she watched her husband. I couldn't help but stare at her for a few moments, my mind drifting to thoughts of Amy. She had always wanted two children, two. I found myself wondering how she would have looked pregnant.

“Problem is, we don’t have anyone skilled enough to pull it off.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. “I can do it.” The entire room went silent. All eyes turned to me. Even Vincenzo looked surprised. Armano’s gaze was sharp as he assessed me. “You? You’re a hacker?” I nodded. “I’ve done it before.”

I hear my sister say as she cringes. “What?” I ask, sitting up and rushing to the window. Ryker had Alpha Tate by the arms holding him back and my father had Alpha Drake. It looked like Alpha Drake may have punched Alpha Tate. I could hear their arguing and Tate spat blood on the ground. Both of them looked like they were about to rip each other apart. My mother walked between them both giving them a scolding for their inappropriate behavior. I chuckled at seeing them both drop their heads and suddenly both of them looked up at the window. Arial and I ducking down out of sight.

" A chill ran down my spine. That fool. When I refused to give him money, he went straight to Dad. What was I supposed to do now? Was I going to lose everything again? My heart raced as I tried to think of a solution, but Dad didn’t give me the chance. He grabbed the broom by the door and swung it at me. Caught off guard, I took the blow head-on. Then he stepped forward and kicked me hard in the chest. His fists came down next—heavy, relentless. The difference in strength was overwhelming. I couldn’t escape, so I could only curl up and endure it.

On the Alpha's orders. The photographs spilled into her lap. Marcus, her beautiful Marcus, lying in that alley in a pool of his own blood. The coroner had called it a rogue attack quick, brutal, the kind of violence that happened sometimes when lone wolves went feral. Random. Meaningless. But these photos told a different story. The positioning of the wounds. The precision of the kill. The way the scene had been staged to look like animal violence when it was clearly execution. And there, in one photo, barely visible in the background a figure walking away. Too blurry to identify clearly, but the accompanying document had enhanced it, analyzed it, broken it down with cold, clinical efficienc