Scott X Vincent 소설 & 이야기

Scott explains, yet before we could register a thing, Xander moved in quick strides toward Scott. A hard blow landed on his jaw, and Scott dropped to the ground. Quickly my mate rushed toward his silhouette on the floor, picked up a groaning Scott, and kicked him, Scott fell to the ground again, his body colliding hard with it, my wails increased as I watched my mate. Nobody dared to get in his way this time, as everyone watched what was displayed in front of them. Not even Shawn could stop his Alpha and best friend. Xander stalked his prey closely, Scott was now bleeding from his mouth, and his groans of pain filled the room as he tried to crawl away from his raging Alpha,

"Sir, your........." "Just shut up!" I yelled at my personal assistant. "I'm sorry sir, but your father is asking for you and it's urgent" He completed and moved away. Fuck it. I'm Xavier Scott, an actor. My father owned the Scott's Entertainment. I have passion for acting and I really love it. I'm what they call king of dumpers. I fuck girls and dump. I hate being disappointed. Right now, I'm supposed to sign a contract that worth millions but now, that tiny girl ruined it.

He was capable of turning a person's victory party into a mourning within a blink of an eye. And that's what happened with Vincent. He was on cloud nine when he captured Xavier by deceiving him but he tasted his own medicine when his agents only betrayed him and sided with Xavier. The day Emily, Dave and Sophia (note that Vincent doesn't know about Sophia's betrayal) Vincent had a meeting with the officials about 'The Scorpions'. During the meeting Detective Wilson, the senior officer told everyone about the details of this gang.

“He’s not my sidekick. He’s my best friend. We’ve been tight since we were kids. I don’t know why you and Xavier can’t get that through your heads.” “Because he acts like a nerd.” Leo tilted his chin toward the living room. We both turned. Scott was perched at the edge of the sofa inside, one leg crossed neatly over the other, munching on popcorn with his left hand while his right arm rested in its sling. His attention was locked on the football match blaring from the flat screen. He looked… completely unbothered. Leo snorted. “See? He even eats popcorn like a retiree. And he acts like some old married guy who hates going out.”

We could not risk the lives of our people because someone tried to touch our mate or looked at her wrongly. Soon wine was served, and Scarlett excused herself. There was something off about the wine. As Scarlett left, I tried to link her but could not connect with her. Trusting that she was okay because I knew no one dared attack her, I continued with the party. "Is it just me, or is something wrong with this drink?" Clay said, and I was glad I wasn't the only person that felt strange. "Maxwell, how do you feel?" I asked, almost slurring my word, and he shook his head.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

Leo got up to go back to his date not wanting to be involved in his boss's drama because he could smell it coming on. "Frost, I'm so sorry. I just assumed that I would be your usual date for the Ball." She said, giving Vinca a meaningful look. "How dare she try to take my place, this flat-faced bed climber" she clenched her fist in anger. Vince completely understood the jab thrown at her and could just hold it in. Shanice was right anyway, she was the third wheel in this equation. She decided to remain oblivious to this and just cut the night short at the first opportunity that she would get.

Scarpa's daughter. We were going to finalise everything, and I was very happy—sold, even—the moment Mr. Scarpa offered me such a huge deal. He was simply too good to be true, and maybe that was why his wife cheated. He was too good for her. Just like I was too good for Benedetto. I tried to do some research on that man, Scarpa. I didn’t know his full name, but despite how big of a deal Benedetto bragged about his boss being, the name ‘Scarpa’ didn’t seem to exist anywhere online. No headlines or news, pictures—nothing!

he said, taking a seat opposite Caleb. Caleb wasn't sure what to say to that, so he shrugged. "Scotty fulfilled a very important role, and now there's a gaping hole in the middle of our operation," the man started. "Your name is?" Dylan interrupted him. "Vincent," he replied, frowning in annoyance at the interruption. "Well, Vincent, Scotty wasn't doing the amazing job you all thought. The police have known about him for some time." "Well of course they know," Vincent scoffed. "But they need evidence to make a case."

We laughed hard at this, and I was about to respond until I looked up to see Scott, heading towards us, a hard expression marring his face, with his cold calculative gaze focused on me. Marvin’s gaze traced mine, and he murmured. “Oh, the beast is here to claim his beauty,” His words should have made me laugh but the way Scott was looking at me, it had my hackles raised, as I waited for him to make a scene but instead, he covered the distance between us and stretched out his palm to me. “Come, little fairy. You’ve had your time, and I can see my brother did his best to keep you company,” “Oh, I did, brother. You’re welcome,” Marvin responded, rising to his feet, at the same time as I did aft