Scott X Vincent 소설 & 이야기

Vin's voice held a warning but that didn't flinched me Scott looked between us, clearly uncomfortable. "Scott," Vin's voice cut through the air like a blade. "Remember who pays your salary." The dismissal in his tone made my blood boil. I whirled around to face him, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. "I saved your life, Vin. You owe me that much." "Remember I'm not someone you should go against," he cautioned, his voice maddeningly calm. "Pick your battle wisely." "Stop confusing Scott," I snapped, frustration bleeding through every word.

he added with a sinister smirk at the end of his lips. " Do you Eleanorah Cortessi, accept to take Vincent Vincenzo as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness or in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you two apart?" The priest went at her, completing the statement Vincenzo had not allowed him do at his own then earlier.

“He looked like a fucking stormtrooper. What was I supposed to say, welcome to Star Wars and suck a laser cock?” Dante, Adriano and Raphael coughed into their glasses to hide laughs. Of course, they did. Claire took a slow sip of her wine, then looked at Scott like she was debating whether to say it. “You know what my favorite thing about you is?” she asked. Scott frowned, “There’s more than one?” “Oh no,” she said lightly. “It’s that you have the confidence of a man who has never once been right, but refuses to accept it.” Scott stared at her, “I’m right all the time.”

I closed my eyes, bracing for impact. But instead of pain, I felt warmth—a protective embrace. "It's okay. You're safe now." Xavier's voice was calm, steady. Relief washed over me, and tears streamed down my face. "Where were you? I was so scared..." Scott's face twisted in rage. "So, you're her secret lover? How dare you!" He charged, but Xavier sidestepped effortlessly, and Scott fell, eating dirt. "You're a piece of shit, Scott. You lost her long ago when you cheated on her. You're the last person I expect to call her a cheater," Xavier spat.

Now I see why he is watching this stuff. From what I have observed, Santino is a workaholic, and he spends most of his time doing the paperwork of the business while Maximo is the one who does the killing if any is needed. These men work in perfect harmony, which makes sense as to why they are billionaires. My gaze drifts from the TV and falls on Santino, he is so relaxed with his inked arms spread out on the armrest. I can’t help but observe every curve on his body and notice the way the shirt clings to his muscles and shows off his great physique. He isn’t as huge as his brother, but he is ripped too, so very ripped.

“You won't break, Jenny. You are strong. - But... This time, Scott spoke. “Jennifer, this isn't you. The Jennifer I know would put on her boxing gloves and go for a fight. And I promise I won't do anything. I smiled at Scott. His words really helped me. Scott smiled at me, taking a bottle of wine from the fridge, and pouring some into a glass. I drank quickly, sighing as the alcohol soothed my nerves. - We will. Adrian smiled. When we arrived, I heard my name being announced. —Jennifer Harrison and her escort Scott Davis.

“You helped more than you know. Thank you for not turning your back on us.” Then came Valerian, regal and stoic. He approached Alexandro and Serena without his usual guarded expression. There was no war between them now. No rivalry. Only a shared experience of loss, danger, and the miracle of survival. “I never imagined we’d stand on the same side,” Valerian said. “Me neither,” Alexandro replied with a slight smirk. “But I’m grateful we did.” Serena stepped forward and looked Valerian in the eyes. “Thank you for helping him find me.”

Valerie: Steam curled from the marble tub, fogging the mirrors and softening the edges of the room. The scent of sandalwood drifted through the air, one of his, not mine. At this point I didn't even have it in me to try and choose the scent. I sat inside the tub, watching as Xavier poured in more soap to the hot water. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins in his forearms catching the light. For once, there was no command in his movements, no arrogance. Just silence. He ran his finger over my cheek, right where there was a scratch. The Rogues have left their mark. But then again, of course they did.

Miles asked coolly. Scott opened his mouth, lips trembling, but no words came out. He looked like he'd been dealt a mortal blow. "Mia, you really…" He trailed off. Whatever he was trying to say, it got stuck in his throat, replaced only by the anguish in his eyes. Miles stepped in front of me, shielding me with his tall frame. The air around him turned icy, and his glare cut like a knife. But Scott didn't seem to notice. He reached out his arm, revealing rows of deep, overlapping scars.

“That must be good then. “What's your name?” Alex asked. Vincent opened his mouth before shaking his head. “If you ask me questions, I get to ask you some too.” Alex shrugged casually. “You go on.” “Well, you guys have forgotten about me.” Jenna grumbled. Alex smiled at her and winked as she grabbed the fluffy pillow and hugged it to her chest. She glared at Alex before closing her eyes. He turned back to Vincent. “So what's your name?” “Vincent.” He said. “Vincent Reynolds.” He added.