1864 Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

“Were they your adversaries as well?” If they are, then we're screwed. This might be the bigger threat we have to face after Burson. He said someone was behind what happened. If this Salvatore guy was this man, then maybe we're fucked. Yet, all the premonitions that had been swirling in my head faded when Damon shook his head. “No, we found common ground by smuggling guns, and other items passed through the borders,” he paused for a moment. “Salvatore is a good friend of mine. He owes me something big.”

He wasn’t even halfway through when Damian suddenly spoke. “Salvo.” The driver paused. Damian had already pulled out his phone. He scrolled quickly before holding the screen in front of the man. “Was it this man?” The driver looked closely. Then nodded immediately. “Yes.” “That’s him.” The name meant nothing to me. So I turned to Damian. “Who is Salvo?” Damian’s expression hardened slightly. “One of Victor’s men.” Silence filled the small store. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then I thanked the men for their time and walked back to the car.

When he saw me, his eyes suddenly brightened as he walked quickly toward me. "Veronica! I knew you weren't dead!" I stepped back and frowned at the security personnel blocking his path. "What is this man doing here?" The security officer showed me the documents. He had surrendered as a mafia Don just to be brought to Federal Intelligence headquarters for trial. He really was insane. Uncle Dante strode over from the other end of the corridor. His expression was dark. "Mr. Costa, you're not welcome here." Leon's gaze was locked on me, and his voice was hoarse. "Veronica, I need to talk to you."

The SUV cut through the winding mountain roads, headlights slicing through the mist. The Draven convoy—three black vehicles moving in tight formation—headed toward the Catskills cabin, the tension inside thick enough to choke on. Damon sat in the backseat with Sarah, his hands clasped together, eyes locked on the road. “Who was in the photo?” she finally asked. Damon hesitated. “Someone I once trusted. Someone I once loved.” Sarah turned toward him. “What happened to them?”

Damon's pov Thursday 6th January 2022 ********************************** Today has been the most stressful day of my life, I'm trying so hard to sell a bar that I've done up to make look modern and trendy but the buyer is insisting on getting the lowest price he can get. I was so close to punching him and breaking his neck but I kept my cool and told him to be in contact with me when he's decided to pay me full price. Little does he know I've got another buyer willing to pay more than asking so I'll be giving him the bar.

Truthfully, it would be years before things really settled, but we were on our way. Salvatore, the Vitale guard who assaulted me, did not fare as well. My grandfather terminated him for what he did, and it was a great relief when I found out. He’d already harmed me once, and there was no way I could trust him. I didn’t want someone like that in the ranks, wondering if I had to watch out for someone who was supposed to be a loyal associate. Marco had stepped up with Domenico. After all, he was Domenico’s most trusted. He now held Domenico’s old position and orchestrated all the other capos and crews.

Raven sat at the end of the table, she looked at the head of the table and there he was the man from last night. That's when Raven realized that all the staff had put on make-up and perfume to impress him and their hair was nicely done. Yet she Raven on the other hand was dirty from the ingredients and cooking. She was sweating and her hair was in a messy ponytail. She snapped out of it and waited for the dinner to begin, she was proud of the food that she had made. "Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place."

It was as if he was staring at me. No no no.... It can't be.... I switched off the TV and ran to the room and brought out my laptop..... I typed 'DAMIAN SALVATORE' into the search bar Numerous articles relating to him displayed I read some and proceeded to check his pictures... He looks more cute in pictures... An article caught my eyes... NYC's sweetheart and youngest billionaire DAMIAN SALVATORE at 28 still yet to marry What? Are they for real?! Is he gay?

“Katarina gave him something laced with Glimmer at the memorial. She aimed him at you like a loaded gun.” Ava processed this. A complex, venomous web of betrayal. It explained Marcus’s erratic state. The mention of poison connected to the whispers she’d heard. “Who was Ivan Sokolov?” The question was quiet, but it landed with the force of a physical blow. Damian’s posture shifted. He turned his body to face her more fully, a silent acknowledgment of the question’s weight. “He was my father’s Underboss,” Damian began, his voice rough with a memory he rarely touched. “But he was my shield. The only man in this family who saw a son instead of an asset. He taught me how to fight. How to lead. Ho

—------------------------- Genevieve, I am pained to inform you that whilst tracking down our parents murderer we suffered losses. Anton Jackon, Manée Primo, James Primo and Damien Danvers were savagely killed on the border between our two packs. I know this will upset you, but I have further news. The person who killed them was Nikolai. It was confirmed by villagers of his bloodied state and naked form after. We do not know how it turned violent but four friends are dead at the hand of White Forest.