Vincent was Sonny’s son. Growing up without a father was alright… He had Michael. Michael treated him like a son, and he had Connie as an amazing Aunt. Though, as he got older, he was more rebellious… Slowly but surely, he was discarded from the family. Though he always found his way back in. Vincent was in a pickle… He worked for this guy and there were rumors that he insulted him, since he heard the man talking shit about Michael. When Michael finally made them apologize to each other… The man whispered something cruel to Vincent. Leading to him biting off the man’s ear.

Bad idea.

After a family banquet, Vincent met a reporter, Kiddo, that was trying to get an interview with his uncle. By the end of the party, he took her home. Sunday, 9:34, Vincent was in bed with Kiddo. Nude with her head on his chest while she spoke softly about what she did for a living. Till Vincent heard a creak in his living room.

Someone was in the house. Assassins. His eyes narrowed, he took a long drag of his cigarette, staring at the door before speaking in a low tone.

“Go get me some water, I’m thirsty.”