VINCENZO.

Italian Boss. 44 Years Old. London, England. And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down I will make you hurt.

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amaroadriana​:

A single chair, as if. “Perhaps you have been mistaken? I will always prefer something that is my own, over something that is shared.” She grinned as she waited for a chair to be pulled out for her. Really, this was a change since last year. Maybe not that massive, but it was something. Last year it was her and Raf who had been together, sitting at the table where her family was. 

This year, however, Adriana was really testing out the waters. For more people than her family. “No? Then do you tend to lead a life that is… Planned out to the very last second? If so - do you already know when is your wedding? Your kids? How many?” She teased, settling into her place. 

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Something that was her own. That alone caused his brows to raise with amusement. Ah, he inwardly thought. You’re something. ‘’Then be my guest.’’ Vincenzo pulling the chair out for her, with the smirk still tugging at the corner of his lips, before dropping into the chair beside her with ease, instantly taking in the growing crowd around them. 

‘‘I like to be constructive with my time.’‘ Vincenzo openly admitted, shrugging his shoulders. He was not ashamed of who he was, and he certainly would not falter that for anyone. Or anything. ‘‘I keep business and pleasure on a leash.’‘ He states, leaning back in his chair, hand raising to order a drink to the table. ‘‘And I always make sure I have a plan in case the first and the second don’t align with the changing times.’‘

It was who he’d always been. But her? He wasn’t sure, couldn’t yet grasp a reading on the beautiful woman before him. Even as his mind spewed the words, Rutherford, over and over. With out so much of a second glass to the bartender, he leans forward.

‘‘What would you like to drink?’‘ He purred, leaning close to her ear. 

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giordanarossi​:

“A tease?” Giordana shook her head and rolled her eyes at the man who was her boss. “If you ever thought I dress for you just because you carry the title of a boss… My, you were wrong.” Taking a sip of her drink, she turned around fully and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“However, thank you. You pretty much look the same.” Good suits was something he often wore. Giordana would have been more surprised to see him in a polo shirt than what he was wearing now. “I think tonight is the perfect opportunity to meet all those who normally have to work for.” Her finger gestured at the Russians. “Keep an eye on them tonight and don’t grunt, either. “ Though mostly it was her who was going to be keeping an eye on them. 

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Vincenzo kept that smirk from tugging at the corner of his lips while he remained fully attached to the woman before him, eyes roaming over the curve of her. ‘’But we all know---’’ his hand reached out, never touching but glimpsing the outline of her, feather like. His eyes, however, showed no sign of anything but pure primal aggression. ‘’The dress is the body’s keeper, it’s what lays underneath. I’d be more interesting in you showing off for me--- than...’’ His eyes once again trailed, before cutting to her, burning.

But just as quickly as the desire came, he took a knowing step away, a shit-eating grin replacing the smirk that had adorned his features only moments ago. ‘’I prefer to always be dressed to the best of my ability.’’ He replied, smugly. Instantly, the tone was once again changed, sliding his now smouldering eyes to the lingering fester across the room. 

‘‘Grunting stops me from ripping them apart.’‘ He muttered. 

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aria--rossi​:

It was a relief, to see someone that she knew, even if it wasn’t someone that Aria knew well. And was close to Giordiana. It was hard not to worry about her sister-in-law’s friends, she could only imagine what the woman said behind her back considering what she said to Aria’s face. But Vincenzo at least had the reputation of being polite that she hoped he wouldn’t say anything. 

“Are you having a good night?” Aria asked, giving him a polite smile as she sat down next to him. 

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Vincenzo simply hummed his response, a short nod. Ankle lay over his knee while fingers overtly fingered the edge of the crystal whiskey glass adorned by an oversized hand. There was this ticking feel he was unable to budge, like their time here was fleeting; like there was so much to be done, and yet, time wasn’t in their court. Licking his lips, he realised he’d remained quiet a little too long, offering only an apology with the deep hues of chocolate brown. 

‘‘I am.’‘ He coughed, drinking longly from his glass before disgarding it on the oak table with a thud, barely moving his gaze to her. ‘‘Are you? The party and London?’‘ His voice lingered a little on the last part, knowing it was never easy for any of them, leaving their home. 

Finally cutting a glance to her. Regardless of his reign as boss, however long that lasted. There was a little something that he did know about looking after his people. It was rooted, deep within. But if decisions were to be made, he needed them all acting as a team. If it ever came to it, his mind added, a unmovable nod to himself. 

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Texting - Giordana

Giordana: Yeah, which is interesting why you let Frankie be like that.

Giordana: Cool, okay.

Giordana: I go to confession on Sundays xxxxxxx

Vincenzo: are you questioning me, bellissima?

Vincenzo: maybe i'll join you at confession ;)

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konstantinvorshevsky​:

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“The French really do have you trained like dogs, don’t they?”

To show up in London was as audacious as it was foolish; two things that so often fell hand-in-hand when it came to the Sovrani. As soon as the French lost interest in the city, and eventually, they would lose interest, the Italians would realise they’d once again been manipulated into acting as cannon fodder. So pathetic to see how far they’d fallen in the wake of their beloved leader’s death. A once great enemy so hell-bent on revenge for a woman long dead, they were slowly destroying themselves.

After all his family had suffered because of them, he could take a minute to gloat. 

“I’ll take this opportunity to thank you in advance. Your losses are good for our morale.”

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The night was going well so far, although Vincenzo was all but biding his time. Waiting things out until the time was right; and as agreed with his close group, they’d happily keep searching for what it was they came here for. The demise of The Russians. The voice causing the Italian boss to feel his back instantly stiffen, shoulders squaring while eyes kindled; if the flash of cameras hadn’t flashed every few moments, he’d have bared his teeth. Konstantin Vorshevsky was enough to make even Vincenzo Vespucci’s blood run cold, but only left darkness in its wake. 

‘‘I see that you’re still breathing--- a shame, really.’‘ Voice clipped his eyes elsewhere, watching his surroundings now. Eyes had already begun sauntering over, clinging to them, people almost waiting for the brawl that could have broken out. But that wasn’t his game. A single tug at the corner of his lips. He wouldn’t be bait, the cause, if it were to occur. Finally crooning his head to get a better look at the man he hated. 

‘‘But no thanks are required.’‘ Voice low, grumbling deep. ‘‘I’m glad we got to see each other’‘ Not saying much more, the image only affirming what the dark-haired male had come here to do. Watch him take his last breath. His driving force. 

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@aria--rossi​

Vincenzo sat with his ankle crossed over his knee, lounging effortlessly while eyes watched the crowds, the after party was in full swing and alcohol coursed through his veins. For once, the man had drank his fair share of alcohol, now and then allowing his gaze to linger on a certain brown haired beauty situated in different positions and conversations throughout the night. 

But when Aria came into his view a smirk descended upon his usually stoic features. However, his train of thoughts stopped --- for a moment, he contemplated his next move. If it wasn’t one of Giordana’s most hated, the woman couldn’t be leashed, even if he tried. So, with a slightly sympathetic smile, he raised his hand. He wondered if it’d irk Giordana, as her being with Dante this evening had irked him. 

They loved to play games. 

‘‘Join me, Aria.’‘ Hand gesturing to the seat beside him. 

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Texting - Giordana

Giordana: Only if they are deserved. You can ask Aria.

Giordana: I /know/. Doesn't that make you curious though??

Giordana: What? That he's hot? Or that he'd want to take me? Both have obvious answers.

Giordana: Hahaha pussy.

Vincenzo: I mean, I know you don't like people. But Aria is on a whole other level, darling.

Vincenzo: Yes, it does make me curious. Hence why she is my date and I am getting to know her, Giordi.

Vincenzo: Jesus christ, give me strength.

Vincenzo: You're going to church on monday, you need to set the demons of your soul free, chuck some holy water on you, and offer you to jesus.

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Texting - Giordana

Giordana: Nice? Really?

Giordana: I'll see if she deserves it. Know she dangled with Raf?

Giordana: Nah, I've bagged Dante for my night ;)

Vincenzo: I have to remind you. You constantly give people dirty looks and make them feel uncomfortable, it's an art, really.

Vincenzo: She likes going to awards with italians.

Vincenzo: Dante and you? Didn't see that coming.

Vincenzo: I'll leave u to it.

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Texting - Giordana

Giordana: I know.

Giordana: Why is some bitch sitting at our table today? Isn't she a Rutherford?

Giordana: What's your play?

Vincenzo: She is a rutherford, and she is my date.

Vincenzo: Play fucking nice.

Vincenzo: Why? You jealous?

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@giordanarossi​

One step. Two Steps. Now stood before the raven haired beauty, his eyes lingering on the full lips of her olive features for just a moment too long before they grazed the round of her nose and the sparkle behind her eyes. She looked divine, he thought, but his own features were turned up in a smirk, teeth bared in a grin. 

‘‘You always were a tease...’‘ He purred, limbs moving with grace and feline-like nature, it took no effort to cock his head to the side, lips parted. His usual disinterested gaze was turned with a fire settled behind the orbs that were on his features. ‘‘But you look magnificent.’‘ 

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dantesalerno​:

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Given the mood he was in, Dante didn’t much feel like playing pretend friends with the French tonight. Or anyone else for that matter. Palfroix was present, which would cause problems in itself if he wasn’t careful, and the Russians infected the crowds like a literal fucking cancer. Sticking close to the small group of Italians who had made their way to London ahead of the others was required to maintain one’s sanity. Whilst the man might’ve been in attendance for a very specific reason, however, didn’t mean he couldn’t use it as a means to multitask.

Approaching his good friend, he handed him a drink.

“So,” he began, harking back to the conversation they’d had in Sicily a few weeks prior. One that had concerned him. “Exactly which one is Vidal?”

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This night, just like the others he’d found himself a part of, was full of surprises. The awards a nice touch to what he could only assume had been a glum and drab year for most. Vincenzo had made sure that his suit was pristine; a simple image of dominance and assertiveness. But with Dante now beside him, they looked like something else. He couldn’t describe it, but the lingering eye of passersby was enough to confirm his thoughts.

A small grin slipping into place. Oh, he could be arrogant when called for. 

He accepted the drink, instantly raising it into a cheer. ‘’Ah---’’ Vincenzo trailed off, eyes scanning the room, one by one. It was when he found the deep chocolate brown hair that he pointed with the same hand that held the glass. ‘’The man to the left, three people in, he seems to keep smaller circle.’’ It was an observation, brows furrowing together, tapping his free hand to his chin, contemplative of what tonight could mean for them..

There were fucking Russians here, after all. 

‘‘I see you brought Giordana.’‘ His statement was dry. 

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amaroadriana​:

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“You know, the only mystery is of the night for us, is which table to sit at.” Both of them were influential and big enough to be placed somewhere in the room. “See, I have more nominations, yet my last name does not read my family’s name per se. Should I just do you a favour just this once?” She smirked, raising her glass at him. “As a thank you for the art?” 

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Vincenzo allowed his eyes to slowly glide over her features, the corners of his mouth upturning into a knowing smirk. ‘’We only need one chair...’’ His hand lingering around her waist, but never touching; he’d wait for that invitation. ‘’If you want to sit on my lap.’’ His hand automatically slapped down twice upon his upper thigh, shoulders raising. He was, of course, joking, while amusement shone in the glisten of his orbs. 

But the favour? That was an intriguing statement, licking at drying lips ‘’And what is it? I am never willing to go into something blind---’’ His voice trailed off, raising his eyes brows as a means to encourage her to go on. 

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Texting - Giordana

Vincenzo: You and Dante look lovely.

Vincenzo: Just spectacular.

Vincenzo: More you.

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LOCATION: A NIGHT CLUB (NOT FRENCH OWNED) OPEN TO ALL.

He stood there, looking over those that moved in and out of each other; a sea of bodies, and he felt like one amongst a thousand. This night club was not his usual venture, different from the French establishments he’d frequented since his arrival; this was not their territory. He was lucky enough to not be well known enough to everyone, yet. 

In that, he’d decided while he could lie low that he’d do his research. 

‘‘Do you think we could amp up trying to figure out their game plan?’‘ He asks to his left, he was referring to the Russian he could see below; lucky to have the balcony view. And something he’d paid gravely for. The U.K really did over-charge for such luxuries. If it’d been back home, he knew they had provided it for free. But they did not have that kind of reputation here. 

Not yet, anyway.

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Ophélie: biggest psycho to biggest heart?

Ophélie: is this my grinch era?

Ophélie: genuinely love this journey for me tho

Vincenzo: How the fuck did you get my number?

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delphine-st-clair​:

She’d seen him once, and his right-hand-man at Veronika Auditore’s wedding, where she met Rafaelle, but paid little to no attention to the Vespucci. Delphine had deemed him too uninteresting, but now, with him relocating to London, and their encounters being more frequent, Delphine would entertain the idea that she’d perhaps judged him too quickly. Maybe there was something intriguing behind those dark eyes that seemed to hide a great deal of heaviness. 

“Hello, Mr. Vespucci,” she offered a small, polite smile. “Fancy meeting you here. Might as well use the opportunity to chat for a bit. I would love to hear your thoughts about the situation that we find ourselves in. Italians and Russians… that’s a rivalry that had been existing since before I was born, I believe.”  

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‘‘Mr Vespucci sounds so formal---’‘ He began, wavering he off with his hand. ‘‘Vincenzo will do just fine.’‘ However, he paused, raising a brow. ‘‘Unless you’d prefer I called you, Ma’am?’‘ He took no time to flash his teeth in a somewhat makeshift smile, before he place his drink down on the free table, adjusting his suit as he did so. 

Although they were playing nice, he knew to be careful. He’d heard whispered stories about Delphine, and how she portrayed herself and acted. She was like cold ice, and he could understand why. it was people like her that stayed alive in this business. Detachment one of the best ways, and something he took upon himself. 

He planned to be alive for detachment long time. 

He took no time to invite her to sit, pressing his back into the chair, legs crossing and his free arm sliding across the back of the booth-like sofa. ‘’It is the perfect time for such a conversation, especially when we can drink and relax while doing it.’’ He knew he shouldn’t. The man knew of respect and acted accordingly on pretty much all occasions, but his eyes wandered. Drinking her in like a thirsty man in a bone dry desert. 

He had eyes, he thought. 

‘‘I think that conversation perpetrates back to a long history---’‘ He admitted. ‘‘Maybe  I am biased because of our personal vendetta, but I believe we should all be working together to eradicate those that threaten the peace and harmony of our business.’‘ He huffed a laugh, although sarcastic in nature. ‘‘The Russian’s are not needed in London, or anywhere for the matter. So why not work together to eradicate a common enemy?’‘ He paused. 

‘‘It’s a win-win.’‘

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Texting - Giordana

Vincenzo: Where are you?

Vincenzo: I have a hangover.

Vincenzo: Please bring me breakfast?