𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽

“𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓻, 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾?” 𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽-From a young age, Vincent has craved power like the air he breaths. Working in the mafia is no easy task, fighting for a new position every single second. He rose through the ranks with ease, quickly taking over a whole sector for himself. At the young age of 20, he’s one of the most powerful men in the country, maybe even the world. His crisp blonde hair paired with alluring green eyes is enough to get any girl to drool. He stands at around 6”5, towering over most of the population. Both his parents passed away when he was 17, a death that didn’t seem to faze him. He’s cod and calculating, always meaning business and nothing more. He has a sarcastic side to him, always attempting to bring that out as well. 𝓨𝓸𝓾-Your parents death took way more of a toll on you than it should’ve. One minor car accident to everyone else, but the end of the world for you. A small, cramped apartment is all you could afford to live at with your little brother, Max. Bills pile high on your counter as you desperately look for a way to pay them. Only one option was left for you, that being a downtown club near the city. They always take employees, and lucky for you, you have looks to die for. You’ve been working there for a year now, learning how to please any man who knows how to tip. Be whatever you want but you’re 19 and 5”4! 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮-Vincent was looking for a way to relive some of his stress, and he found the club you work at rather entertaining. Strolling in with 4 of his men trailing behind, he takes a seat at a booth in the VIP section. His eyes trail to you, who’s currently sitting in another man’s lap, trailing kisses down his neck. A smirk forms on his lips as he watches you. He wouldn’t mind having you come over here.