Vito Garfield Novels & Stories

You mean, the 'sincerity' you want is the territory that Pia risked her life getting for me? Alessia's eyes widened in disbelief. "Vito Castaldo! How dare you compare me to that damn bodyguard? I am your fiancee! And that bitch had been nothing but a scapegoat you found as a ruse for me! Her life is worthless!" "Worthless?" Vito exploded like a bomb in her face. "If you hadn't been driving my fucking car around so conspicuously and ruining all of my fucking plans, Pia would never have been fucking dead in the first fucking place!"

People only kept paying for places they still cared about. Vito stared at the screen for a long time before leaning back in his chair. He was certain he had finally caught the right trail. It had taken hours. But he found them, and it was all that mattered. Vito Salvatore had no university degree, no certificates hanging on a wall, and no polished résumé filled with internships and recommendations. In fact, he had never planned on getting a degree at all. School had always felt slow to him, too dependent on rules and permission.

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen, I swear. Please don't kill me. Please." Vito didn't respond. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, taking his time to pull one out and place it between his lips. He lit it slowly, the flame flickering in the dim light. "I had no idea he was working for you, I swear," Matteo continued, his words tumbling over each other. "If I'd known, I never would have touched him. I didn't know. You have to believe me." Vito took a drag from the cigarette and released a slow puff of smoke. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small photograph. A little girl with dark hair and big eyes, smiling at the camera.

Ryan strode through the parking lot toward his Mustang. "Not on the phone." "Not on the phone, what? Seriously, Vito, spit it out." Ryan was in no mood for bullshit. If this was some sort of prank organized by their other housemates, he was going to flay their asses. "Are you leaving? When will you get here?" There was a tense edge in Vito's voice. Of all the guys, Vito was the most somber. He didn't do jokes, and he hardly knew how to laugh.

her arms were crossed and she stood tall, ready to fight. Dwight laughed to himself. “Stupid, stupid girl. Do you not know who I am? What I am capable of? The only ones I’m not allowed to kill are June and Monty. Everyone else, including you, is fair game.” He flashed her a quick smile despite his threatening words. Alice rolled her eyes. Typical man. She thought to herself. “Now that we’re all clear on what’s to happen today, June, would you please come outside with us?” He motioned outside once more.

"I'm gonna go say bye to mamma and everyone okay?" After many teary goodbyes, Carlo led me to the car that was waiting outside the main gate. He opened the back door for me, and I was surprised to see Vito inside. I didn't think he'd want to ride with me. He was still wearing the suit he wore at the ceremony. He looked breathtaking in a simple navy suit. His was was supposed to be slicked back, but a lot of loose strands always escaped and stuck to his forehead. Fucking hell. Why does he have to be so goodlooking? "Good evening, Gia," his deep smooth voice greeted me once I was seated.

Juan’s voice broke through my thoughts, his eyes searching mine. I forced a smile, nodding quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Don’t worry. We’ll be out of here soon. Just a few more people to greet.” I nodded again, trying to steady myself. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Vito. He stood near the entrance, his tall, broad frame cutting through the crowd like a shadow. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, his dark hair slicked back, and his eyes—those intense, dangerous eyes—were locked on me.

Vito asked coldly. “You don’t have the balls,” Caddaric challenged him calmly. Vito raged and knew it was time to take Cassandra with him. His finger on the trigger pulled to the back and Cassandra closed her eyes, waiting bravely for whatever would happen to happen but she only heard a click sound. This distraction gave Casper the time to grab Vito’s neck from the back, ripping him away from Cassandra.

His mouth parted, but no sound came out at first. Shock washed over his rugged features, etching lines of disbelief into his forehead. “You—what?” he finally managed, his voice a hoarse whisper. “You killed Scarlett?” Rose gave a single, sharp nod. “She was a threat. To Damon. To me. She had to go.” Vito’s hands fell limp at his sides, his mind racing to process the revelation. He’d served Scarlett for years, carried out her orders with unwavering loyalty, even when they’d stained his hands with blood.

CARLOS This—was—beautiful. “Vito.” “Boss,” he called back. “Do you like what you see?” I knew I was going to love what I was seeing, but how do I know what exactly I was seeing if I wasn't told? Did Vito think I was a witch to know these things? “I believe so, but what am I seeing?” He took the blindfold off the man's eyes and now I could see his face, but I didn't recognize him. “What, Vito? Who is he? Can you tell me already? I don't think I have all day.”