Vox And Valentino Novels & Stories

The man was smiling ear to ear, flaunting his perfect set of teeth and dimples on both cheeks. “Thanks,” she smiled casually. Even she disliked him. She was not that rude to show him a nasty attitude. For some reason, she could not understand that she hated him so much. Especially when smiling, it appeared he had a lot of naughty thoughts in mind. The man was Valentino. He was introduced to her by Rab during a gun show a few months ago. He was the owner of a famous gun shop and accessories in the province. He was very persistent in courting her in the past two months. Even though she repeatedly informed him that she was already taken, he wouldn’t believe her.

There was no need—I was already halfway out the door, leaving behind her faint scent of jasmine and the heavy weight of her gaze following me. The black SUV was parked out front, Rico standing by the passenger door like a shadow, waiting. “Brief me,” I said as soon as I slid into the seat, my voice dropping to that cold, sharp tone that had made grown men flinch. “It was the Vitallos,” Rico said, his knuckles tightening on the wheel as he pulled the car out of the lot. “Cazzo! Figli di puttana!” The words flew out of me like a snarl as my fist slammed against the dashboard, the thud loud enough to make Rico jump. My chest burned with fury, my thoughts spiraling into violent clarity.

“Why Renzo? If you want to assign a body guard to me so bad, why not choose another of your men?” “Because Renzo is the only man I trust completely with your life.” His voice hardened. “You want to work? This is the condition.” “And if I refuse?” “Then you stay home.” Valentina stood frozen for a second, her face full of anger. She looked ready to keep arguing, but she knew her father had already decided. “Fine,” she finally said. “I’ll agree. But I still hate it.” Don Valetti nodded once. “That’s good enough for me.”

Valerio. He’s standing near the main staircase in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looking every inch the powerful billionaire CEO; 6ft tall, hair perfectly styled and suit, and jaw sharp that it can cut. A hot Italian man. His eyes find me instantly across the room, and for a moment, everything else fades. The way he looks at me, dark, intense, unsettled, sends heat rushing through my body. He excuses himself from the group he’s with and walks straight toward me.

He was the one—Salvatore's third in command—and most especially. "Meet the famous CEO of the Valentino Group, Mr. Damiano Valentino."

Vix sat across from me at the counter, her hair in a ponytail, with two guns in her belt. I smiled and enjoyed the sweet muffin. Vix laughed and shook her head. "What’s up? " she asked. I shrugged. "What’s wrong, Valentina? " she pressed again. I laughed and leaned in closer. "Have you and him fucked yet? " I whispered, glancing at Dante, who was busy on his phone. She laughed and coughed. "Stop it. What about you and Luca? Oh wait, I didn’t think so," she replied.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

Her green eyes were focused on Sebastian and his partners as they talked. Out of boredom, she leaned back and reached for the stack of business magazines on the table. Her lips curled into a sneer as she gazed at the magazine cover in her hands— a tall, muscular man with a striking face, wearing a black suit that clung to his muscular frame and flashing a faint smile— was the cover of the magazine. Ace Valentino. A young billionaire whose name has skyrocketed in business circles. CEO of Valentino Enterprise, a top modeling agency that now dominates the market and has climbed to the top, pushing aside many well-known agencies in New York.

His face was cold and miserable and Shay was having second thoughts of saying anything to him. "Where to?" He asked concentrating on the road. "Huh?" Shay replied confused "Where should I drop---- he paused staring on the red mark on her cheeks. She noticed his stared and she covered her cheeks" I was breaking up a fight and I got hit silly me wouldn't mind my own business " she said smiling embarrassingly "You didn't answer my questions Miss Valentine, where should a drop your off?" He said keeping his focus on the road. Just tell him Shay and stop being stubborn... You're damn homeless!

He'd get them out of this. Miles stepped forward into the room with the woman clamped against him. "You must be Valentino," Miles said. "We didn't get a chance to properly meet the last two times we met." Actually, wasn't the guy Miles had chased shorter? And a puffy coat would make the already large man appear massive. "Let her go," Valentino said coldly. He was American. For some reason Miles had always assumed Valentino was Spanish or Portuguese. His earliest career was centered there, but listening to him, there was no denying it.