1864 Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

“Please, just listen to me.” “No, Dam! You need to understand that Scarlett is the one who helped me for years. She's the one who makes me stronger, and the one who knows who's good and who's bad to me. I can't let her go easily. I need him so much.” “More than you need me?” Damian asked with a calm tone. The surprising thing was that Avery didn't say anything. She hesitated. “Oh, man,” Damian felt tears blocking his view. “I can't believe you.” he shook his head in disbelief.

my father said, looking at me, almost daring me to say something. "Mr. Berlusconi, I've conducted thorough research. It turns out that she no longer has a fiancé. You actually returned the money to him two years ago," Bossman informed me, leaving me even more astonished. "Wait, he did research," I asked myself. "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Gravano," my father said without taking his eyes off me. I turned to Bossman, not wanting to look at that prick, and noticed him calling Samuele over. Samuele handed him a file and walked away.

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'

“Do not play games with me. You will give me answers. Or your empire burns—from north to south. Forty-eight hours. You get her name cleared, or I destroy everything you have ever built.” A small laugh escaped him. “Forty-eight hours?” “Yes. Forty-eight hours,” I repeated. My men shifted, silent and ready. The room felt alive, like a beast waiting to pounce. Salvatore’s smirk widened. Then he said something that froze the blood in my veins. “Do you remember the Domingos?” I blinked. The name was like a bomb detonating in my mind. “What do you mean?” I asked cautiously. “They returned,” Salvatore said smoothly. “Empowered, funded, and seeking revenge. I aligned with them.”

I tilted my head, caught his gaze, and let the words roll off my tongue like a dare. “Scopami allora.” (Fuck me then.)

DAMIEN ALESSANDRO ROSSI ☠️🖤 “I need you to pay close attention, Damien,” Salvatore’s voice said sternly. “You can’t keep acting nonchalantly when we’ve got serious issues.” I said nothing. Honestly, there wasn’t much I could say. I reached for my half-empty glass and gulped down the whiskey left. The aftertaste lingered in my mouth while my brother kept talking nonstop. “You’re not even listening to me.”

I said, lingering too much at the scar right beside his left eyebrow. “Trust me, he is at least ten times that,” Captain Morrison said, pulling me out of yet another memory, and continued, “He is the brains behind the entire organization, nothing moves without his okay, and he controls people like he owns them, and get rid of weak links like he was simply swatting flies. Damien Salvatore is dangerous, and this department is going to do everything to bring him down.” Captain Morrison finished. I swallowed, there was something kind of cataclysmic about bringing down a man you once loved, and would have given anything at all for if he just asked. It had me clenching my stomach.

He smiles, “I don’t want to scare you off, Alice. I just wanted to convince you that I was there, I was the one that saved you and not the other way around. I would never hurt—“ I cut him off, “—it’s okay. I understand and I’m not scared. I just want to know more,” “Of course. You can ask me anything and I’ll be truthful,” “How old are you, Damon?” Damon is no way more than his early 30s. The way he carries himself, the way he dresses and the way he speaks, it wouldn’t cause any suspicion. However, there is just something in his gaze. As if he has been through years or even centuries as the world folds into a different era. He moves slower, he takes his time in the words he speaks. I am conf

I scream running back to the black Cadillac, our car. “Stop her!!!” someone shouts but I keep on going, the moment I reach the car I open the door and what I see has me tongue tied. On the driver’s seat laid Jeremy, blood all over him; a sharp, deep cut on the hand that had the black and white bracelet (our friendship bracelet). I looked at my wrist but there was nothing. I could not believe Jeremy was laying there, a black triangle near him and his left wrist had a black cloth tied on it.

Damon stopped what he was doing and gave Salvatore a I didn't ask for the details look. Salvatore stopped talking. He never asked for the details, he doesn't need them but Salvatore never fails to deliver them. Damon continued what he was doing again, his face was devoid of emotions. "He asked if he can see Daisy" Salvatore spoke again. Damon's bulky shoulders stiffened and he paused writing. His head raised to stare at Salvatore without saying a word. "I told him you didn't order that. I didn't let him" He provided quickly.