Vito Garfield Novels & Stories

Victor couldn't remember Vito being this quick because, in a nanosecond, his back was slammed against a wall, and while he struggled to catch his breath and soothe the pain shooting into his brain, the cold metal muzzle pressed into his chin. "Dude, what the f...." Vito slammed him into the wall again, "Shut your ugly mouth!" It was hard to swallow with the fear and gun pressing against his Adam's apple while Vito held on his lapel. "IT WAS ADLER, YOU PRICK," Vito growled into his face, "THE BROTHER YOU SWORE WAS ABOUT TO DIE IS IN ENGLAND BREACHING SECURITY." His eyes widened at the same time his wincing seized; the room suddenly felt like a weight hanging over him. Weight he couldn't get r

His eyes widened upon touching them and he looked between me and my hand “You’re so cold baby, and you still had a cold bath,” Vito said as he put his hand on mine in an attempt to warm me up "Yeah it's a bit cold outside," I said, not even noticing the way Vito had grown closer to me until I could smell the faint aftershave coming from him. "V…Vito?" I questioned but I didn't move away as Vito wrapped his arms around me "You should relax, you need body heat to warm up, everyone knows that," he said, smirking and for some reason, I felt like there was a less-than-innocent vibe coming from him

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.

But what really got under Vito's skin was the face staring up at him. His features. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead. It reminded him of a ghost from his past. A ghost Vito had spent years looking for. Someone he had fantasized about making kneel exactly like this in front of him, broken and desperate. Except, that asshole had fucking black eyes, this one had blue. And he would never bend his knees for something as measly as this. It made Vito's hands itch. "Don't make me repeat myself," Vito said, his voice cutting through whatever daze Aiden had fallen into.

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.

Five men sat around it, all in expensive Armani suits that did little to hide the hard edges of their bodies or the tattoos peeking from their collars and cuffs. Her eyes instantly settled on the man who seemed to have the most commanding presence in that room…a man she recognized immediately from countless scandals on the news and the Internet. Viktor Garfield…the forty-six years old crime lord who controlled more than half of the city’s smuggling routes. Here he was in the flesh, in the last building she would have ever thought to meet him. The images clearly didn't do justice to the man in front of her…Broad-shouldered, heavily tattooed, cropped hair, and a scar that ran through his left

"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.