Novelas y relatos de Vito Garfield

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

Vito insisted, blaming himself for even bringing her here in the first place. He slid his card to the bartender and paid for her drinks. "Stop payment!" She yelled loudly as she hit the counter, no longer very aware of herself. "I'm still celebrating! More drinks!" She giggled now. Vito stepped out of sympathy mode and slid into protector mode, swiftly picking her off the stool she had been sitting on, and into his arms. "Stop!!" She screamed her resistance. "Put me down you infuriating..." She paused to breathe in exhaustion. "....you infuriatiinnggg, gangster, handsome mafia bodyguard of my handsome brooding mafia brother."

She groaned, scanning the mansion with her force field. Not too long, Alaric appeared at the top of the stairs with a poise smirk. “How may I help you, your highness?” Violet teleported in front of Alaric and held him by the neck. Alaric did not react, instead he asked, “What have I done to warrant this treatment? If it is because I bound you to your room then I have to say, I have a reasonable explanation for it.” Violet tightened her grip on his neck, “You are fool if you think your lies can easily stomp me. You're a mortal, how could you think some petty trick of yours could stop me?”

I hadn’t cried yet, but I knew there was much room for that to happen, especially, when I see him. Vito sat in the driver's seat with his hand in mine to offer me some further comfort, whilst Jayden sat in the back a little pissed off that Vito wouldn’t let him smoke in the car. Both men in the smartest of black suits, this being the best I have seen Jayden. Normally, it doesn’t appear as though he puts a lot of effort in, but that doesn’t mean he’s scruffy but that he didn’t think much of what he wore. But now, even his hair was jelled back in such a sophisticated way.

However, she did not find out further who he was. Henry smiled but did not speak. Vito had already stepped forward with his eyes full of murderous intent. He said coldly, "How dare you destroy my son and harm my wife?" Henry looked over and smiled faintly. He replied casually, "If this stupid woman is your wife, then yes, I did it. "By the way, I destroyed a person's energy field too. I think his name is Caleb or something." "You're asking for death!" Vito's eyes were extremely gloomy. From what Caleb told him, Vito was sure that the young man before him was nothing. Most importantly, even though Henry had support, he had some, too.

Aside the people I care about, It was the only constant in my life. "Just be careful," Vito said, more softly now. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and looked away, as if the words had cost him something to say. "You're good, I know that. But he's not stupid. And neither is anyone around him. One wrong move and we'll be identifying your body instead of celebrating your win." My phone buzzed on the nightstand. We all looked at it at the same time. The name on the screen pulsed in bold white letters: UNCLE ALE

I pushed open the door, the cool air hitting me like a temporary escape. I used the bathroom and by the time I stepped outside to the hand wash area, my friend or should I say Vito stepped inside. I turned on the tap, lowered my face before splashing the water on my face. “Vito, huh?” He chuckled, taking off his watch. “I knew you’d never be able to keep your mouth to yourself”. “Pardon me because I realized my friend of two years is actually a mafia heir”. “I’m still your friend, Levi”. He said and also started washing his face, clear exhaustion was written all over it. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

Aria “He’s handsome, isn’t he?” “Huh, who?” I smiled at my new friend, Stella. Of course, I knew who she was talking about. She was talking about the man I had been staring at for the past hours. It was common at weddings for another woman to stare at the bride, but my eyes couldn’t leave one of the handsome groomsmen. Vincenzo Garcia. Others had often said his late father was poison and that no one should get involved with him or the remaining Garcia’s, but I just couldn’t help myself. Maybe it was because my family was new in town, so whatever damage the Garcia’s might’ve done, it didn’t matter to me.

Vanessa studied her for a brief moment, as if weighing whether to continue, then she nodded. “Alright,” she said quietly. “But just know… this isn’t small.” The room grew still, then Vanessa took a breath. “I found out that Vin is a part of the Garfield family, Thompson and Sarian Garfield from El Vallejo. Although he is not actually a biological member, he was adopted into it, when his only surviving parent, Sir Romano Moretti, was assasinated in cold blood a very long time ago.”

Xavier (wincing): "You here to stab me yourself?" Vito (smiling coldly): "No. I want you alive." Xavier: "How flattering." Vito (leans in, whispers): "You're not who you say you are." Xavier: "I never said who I was." Vito: "And I will prove it. Piece by piece. Memory by memory." Xavier (raspy): "Then dig carefully. There's fire buried there."