Vito Garfield นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The tension in the room had faded. My eyes met Rico’s. For a second, his gaze lingered. But I remembered Vito’s warning and looked away like I hadn’t seen him at all. My face stayed blank. Then I heard Vito’s voice. “Damn, doll. You look hot, even in simple clothes,” he said with a grin. “That crop top is lit. And I love how your belly button is showing.” I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Stop exaggerating, Vito.” He leaned back in his seat, watching me like I was on display.

Behind him trailed Bellamy, looking visibly uncomfortable. "Do you even understand what you're doing, Rossella?" he barked. "The whole of Cicaro is laughing at me, and you're out here entertaining yourself with another man?" Before I had the chance to defend myself, Vito had quietly stood before me. He was slightly taller than Enzo. When he looked down at him, he exuded an unmissable pressure. "Don Vitale, I believe I've already made myself clear," Vito said. "Rossella is now my fiancee. Being with me is exactly where she's supposed to be. As for you…"

“And lose half our people? Think, Kai. We’re smarter than this.” The team watched, tension thick, but Kai paused, her words hitting home. Her mind—sharp, strategic—was a weapon he’d come to rely on. “You’re wrong,” he said, but his voice softened, a rare admission. “But I respect your mind, Gianna. Always have.” Her eyes widened, his compliment a crack in his ice, her smirk faint but real. “Careful, Castellano. That’s almost a compliment.” Before he could reply, her phone buzzed, a hidden burner in her jacket. She stepped away, her face paling as Alessio’s voice hissed through. “You chose him, Gianna. Vito’s dead because of you. You’re no daughter of mine.”

Vito disembarked with the canvas bag he'd picked up at the Cagliari market—inside only his money, his phone, and a fishing knife stolen on the ferry. He walked through the streets of the center. He passed the Teatro Massimo. The Cathedral. The alleys where his empire was born. No one recognized him. He was a ghost with a long beard, hard eyes, the slow pace of someone who knows where he's going. He stopped at a bar on Via Lincoln. He ordered an espresso. He drank it standing. He paid with a twenty. The bartender looked at him. "Where are you from?" "From here," said Vito.

He waved the officer off and stood up, his legs already numb. By the time he returned to the estate, it was two in the morning. The living room lights were still on. Vito sat in his wheelchair, a blanket over his knees, as if he had been waiting for a while. “Where were you?” “Brooklyn Bridge.” Vito was silent for a moment before he let out a long sigh. “How long are you going to keep this up?” Vincent didn’t answer. He sat down on the sofa across from his father, sinking into the soft leather.

“Hi, I’m Irene. Divorced for two years now. No kids.” I feel it immediately,building inside me. That sharp, unwelcome curl of something possessive deep in my chest. Dante glances at me briefly, just long enough for me to catch it, before returning his attention to her. “Dante,” he says, his tone smooth but controlled. “Personal bodyguard to Miss Gina.” There is a certain firmness in his voice, something deliberate, and I find myself oddly relieved that he is not playing along with her flirting. Miss Gina. Not Mrs. Washington. I have no idea why that small detail matters to me as much as it does, but it does.

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

A voice asked as I raised my head to see who it was. A tall, lean blond man with dark blue eyes and pointed nose sat on the stool before me. "Okay let me introduce myself. I'm Jeffery Willard, and you are?" Talking to this stranger won't cause me any harm right? "I'm Giordana Forbes, nice to meet you," I replied, matching his smile. "Beautiful name for a beautiful young lady." "Thank you." He started a conversation with me, asking me random questions and other things. I found out that he was also a doctor.

He looks at Evelyn who nodded, giving him a gentle smile. “I’ll protect you,” he said. “I swear it. As long as I breathe, I'm going to keep the two of you safe.” The memory flickered. Shifted. A fire. Screams. Kael on the ground, blood seeping from a wound in his side. A younger Damon, barely a toddler, crying somewhere in the distance. And then him. Giovanni. He stood above Kael with a sneer.

And amidst it all, Natalia's unwavering gaze bore into mine, a silent challenge that hinted at a deeper game being played. Vito's stern voice cut through the air like a knife as he cornered me after the meeting. "Damien," he began, his gaze piercing, "I know about the invitation you received from the Founder's Association." My heart skipped a beat. How could he possibly know about that? I tried to maintain my composure, but inwardly, I was scrambling for a response. "And what if I have?" I replied cautiously, trying to gauge his intentions. Vito's expression remained unreadable, but there was a hint of something in his eyes—was it concern? "You should put in a good word for me when you get t