Vito Garfield Novels & Stories

I didn't realise her words had germinated in my mind in just a few hours. I showered quickly and put on my clothes, dashing out of the room. I rushed outside to the black car waiting for me. Vito was standing by the passenger door, waiting for me. In the suit, he almost looked like a gentleman. If it wasn't for those scars on his face. They were terrifying and with that huge build, he looked far from gentle. "Let's go." he opened the door and I was greeted with an empty seat. "Where… uhm…" I was more disappointed than waking up alive each day. "C-Can you help me call him?" he arched his brow and I continued quickly. " I-I the thing is-"

He had yet to know how many people were working for Arthur, and he wasn’t taking chances on anyone’s life. Julian finally had a chance to look around the garage and saw that Leo and Martha were unharmed with only a gag in their mouths and their hands and legs tied with thick black ropes. However, he felt both relieved and distressed to see the state Abhay was in. His best friend might be alive but he was also hurt very badly. His hands were tied behind his back, but Julian could see his best friend had suffered a good beating and his left shoulder was drenched in blood where he had obviously been shot.

I saw him tense his jaw; a vein popped out on the side of his neck. Gideon didn’t let up; I could see how on edge Logan was but there was nothing I could do. It felt like watching a boxing match, one round after another the hits kept on coming. Gideon tried to bring Logan’s validity into question. Once Gideon was done, I could see confusion on some of the jurors' faces but then I saw Jack speaking to Evelyn quietly at the table. Evelyn asked for a recross. “Mr. Carter. You stated that the night you met the victim that you had never seen her before.”

I gasp " Congratulations Ms Brahms " I gushed out and smile. " Why thank you Callum. How was your summer ? " She asks as she arranges a few books on her table. " It was fun filled and very memorable " I say quickly with my eyes constantly glancing towards the guy who wouldn't raise his head up. I'm more curious now, Are you a robot mister? " Callum this is Liam, Liam Scott, " She says. Scott, is that British I spot, it had better be

Her free hand clenched into a fist, and her champagne glass trembled in her grip. Then her gaze shifted to something behind me, and her expression changed entirely. "Well," she said, her voice suddenly honey-sweet. "Why don't we ask him ourselves?" My blood turned to ice. I turned slowly, and there was Vito, maneuvering his wheelchair across the garden with that controlled precision that always made my heart race. He was devastating in his black tuxedo, every inch the powerful man he really was, his disability doing nothing to diminish the commanding presence he radiated from his chair.

She trusted her gut, but her gut had failed her with Giordano. Vito let out a booming laugh, completely unaware of the sudden, heavy thought running through her mind. "Well, I was born first, and I'm definitely more grounded than you." Victoria glared at him, burying her doubts deep down inside where no one could see them. She reached up and smacked the back of his head playfully. "Fine. You win." "I always do," Vito smirked. He pulled out his phone, his thumb tapping the screen to bring up his security network. "I'll call the garage. We're leaving soon."

Vito cackled. “What?” Serenity breathed, disbelief lacing her tone. “It’s a real pity, if the man wasn’t dead I would have killed him myself for lying to me, but alas.” Vito leaned against his desk and shrugged. “You were involved with Fernando Garcia?” Serenity stated more than asked, but the shock that was running through her system was too great to ignore. “Oh, you didn’t know that?” Vito’s smirk widened and he shook his head, “You should have just minded your own business.” he ‘tsked’.

He replied, his eyes fixed on his phone. “Do you feel Damon drifted away after he got into a relationship with Ariana?” I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed, Damon used to be so cheerful when we first met. Vito shrugged. “I don’t want to talk about them. Let’s focus on us.” The driver steered the car into the trade fair parking lot. There were many booths filled with lots of people. “I’ll leave one of the cars and some bodyguards here for you,” Vito said as I exited the car.

"I know I messed up. It was a mistake. A temporary weakness. You're the one I love. The only one." I stopped walking. The cold wind cut through my thin shirt, but I barely felt it. "Enough." I pulled out my phone. Found the voice recording. Held it to his ear. "She's not what you think. There's more to it than you know." Vito's face went gray. He yanked off his apron. Still in his expensive suit — a Brioni, custom-tailored, the same suit he'd worn to our second wedding — he dropped to his knees on the concrete driveway. The gravel bit into his expensive trousers.

Of course, it had to be him. His smile grew as he leaned in closer, his dark eyes glimmering under the neon lights. "Ava, you look amazing as always." I offered a polite smile but didn’t make any move to get closer. "Thanks. I didn’t expect to see you here." "Well, I couldn’t resist coming over to say hi," he replied smoothly, his voice almost a seductive whisper. He reached out, lightly grazing my waist as if trying to grab my attention. I tensed at the unexpected touch but didn’t pull away right away. There was something about Vito that always made me second-guess my instincts. He was undeniably charming, but there was always something a bit off about him—something I couldn’t quite put my