Vincent X Scott Novelas e Histórias

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.

I was meeting one of Marino's guys here for a stakeout, and I had no idea how long this would take. I spotted Vince the minute I walked into the place. We'd met once at a party on Marino's yacht. Vince was a decent guy. Tall, with broad shoulders and blonde hair in a military crew cut. Marino had mentioned that he was an ex- Navy Seal. Something about Vince taking early retirement after being wounded during a mission. Some top secret shit. "Hey Vince, how's it going?" I asked him, sliding into the red leather booth across from him. "Anything happening yet?"

Unless it wasn’t his office at all and I was just making assumptions. Even if it is, that only shows Mr. Scarpa is not just a good man—he is humble. A man like him is really rare to find. And I don’t know if I was just thinking facts or making assumptions for him simply because he is my last hope and wants to give me a job, but all I think about is how good that man is. I walked rather shakily, trying to suppress my nerves. He always looked good, even in the darkest of times and colors. I wonder if he had recovered yet from mourning.

" He pause for some seconds then continue. "Am not asking you to accept my apology, am asking you to give me a chance, put the past behind us, let bygones be bygone, let's start over again." "Am not still accepting your apology, but since you sound so sincere." I stir the wine in my glass cup. "My name is Stephen pari." I hold my hand out. "And am Xavier." Xavier reply with a small smile. "Nice to meet you Xavier." "What the.. " Xavier curses as his face scrunch in pain.

None of his two colleagues were doing great either. " I agreed with the idea of introducing another monster " Santana said gently. His grey hair was neatly combed and his suit were pressed and neat but that doesn't makes him less sad and downcast. " Who is this man you have arranged to go after Konstantin Dmitri? " For some seconds Mattia didn't speak as he took his time to reply. " Maximo Santino " Stunned totally by Mattia's response, Santana and Carlos shared a horrified glance. " You are kidding, why would you call in a Mafia Boss into this? " Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can'

I didn't fail to notice how his hands were shaking. “What's your name?” He looked caught off guard by the question. “W-what?” “I'm not going to repeat myself.” “Sergio. My name is Sergio.” “Now Sergio, do you have any idea who your boss sent to tamper with my security cameras?” He shook his head quickly, a little too quickly. He was lying. Again. I could tell Vincenzo was about to lose his shit right then, and my assumptions were correct as Vincenzo brought out a 9mm glock 19 gen5 pistol gun from his back and swiftly shot him in the same injured thigh.

He remained silent the entire time, but he shot a fierce glare at Kate and Andrius as he passed by them. If looks could kill, the two would have been torn to shreds by now. “Andrius, I’m really sorry.” Kate glanced at Vincent’s back and said apologetically. “He’s Vincent Klein, the grandson of the Medicine Sect’s First Elder. He’s used to being arrogant.” “It’s fine.” Andrius shook his head and did not take it to heart. Vincent was just a small fry. Even if he had some strength, he would not be able to make any big waves.

“I haven’t got anything scheduled for today, so how about we start by paying a visit to Cary’s witches network?” “Wait, don’t you have phase two practice with Scott later today?” Vincent raises a curious brow. “How the fuck do you know about that?” I raise an even more curious eyebrow. “Was it my mother? Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s the one behind this.” “Actually, I heard it from Scott.” “Scott.” I process this. “Didn’t know you two were friends.” “Not really.” Vincent rolls his eyes. “We have history. None of it is friendly.”

Kara said, her cheeks turned red as she daydreamed. I shook her gently. “Hey, are you okay? Kara?” Kara snapped out of her imagination “Oh, sorry. The first one is Vincent. His father owns the school and is also the governor of the state. To cut it short, he’s rich, born in riches.” “Wow, no wonder. He’s just too cute,” I remarked, still watching Vincent. “Yeah, the second one is Max, Vincent’s friend. He’s also rich; his father is a politician,” Kara added.

And yet… I could still feel the way his body trembled beneath mine, the pulse of desire he tried to choke down with piety. His faith was his last defense, and I wanted to crush it. To tear down the altar he hid behind until he had no one left to pray to. Vincent entered without knocking, carrying a folder. “Intel on Santiago, Boss. He’s moving weapons through the East docks tomorrow night.” I flipped through the papers absentmindedly, my mind elsewhere. My lips curved into a wicked smile. “Good. Let him gather his men. I’ll send him a message he won’t forget.”