Damon Salvatore 1864 Novels & Stories

I asked and saw him with his head bowed, he nodded. “Who dares?” I asked again as I dropped my legs from the table before me. Matteo remained mute. Is this guy testing my patience? I pulled out my gun from my belt, and pointed it at him. “I'll blow your fucking brain off!” “Don… don…” he stuttered, “Who the hell seized Don Salvatore's Shipment here in Sicily?!?” I yelled and saw him fall to his knees, “We don't know, Don, but my men—” I didn't wait for him to complete his damn statement before pulling the trigger.

In all of this chaos, Salvatore sat near the mini bar stand taking everything in and nursing his glass of alcohol. The guts of this man. He wasn’t even troubled. I caught sight of mother rushing to safety. Father was shaken but stood tall, with his guns in both hands. The people who dared do this were no other than the Giuseppe’s. Matteo’s father was not involved but I caught a glimpse of the man I had been betrothed to. He was the one leading his dogs, they turned the once clean and well arranged venue to a pile of shattered glasses and wasted food.

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

No, it couldn’t be… The door opened, and through the downpour, a tall figure stepped out, dark coat whipping in the wind. Even before I saw his face, I knew. My breath hitched.. I turned away, desperately trying to run but my weak legs gave me out. “Running away again?” My body froze. That voice. Low, smooth and unbothered, crawled down my spine. Damien Salvatore. It was him again. Did I owe this man in my past life? He walked closer, every step precise and deliberate. The rain rolled off his coat like it feared touching him. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” His tone was calm, almost gentle but his eyes told a different story. Cold, controlled, yet dangerous.

“Obviously you two took my arrival as your evening’s entertainment, but I have something very important to say to Nathan, and if either one of you says one more word. I’ll dump that two-hundred-year-old brandy on your head.” Sin’s dark brows shot up and Lion’s golden eyes narrowed. “At least I’d give it my best try,” she amended. “Now . . .” She directed her attention to Nathan. “As I said before, my name is Danielle Savourat. My father is Edouard Savourat. Before his retirement, he and his company. United Electronics, did a great deal of business with Damaron International.” “Oh, you’re Edouard’s daughter,” Lion said. “He’s a good man.”

Damien’s voice was unnaturally calm, but it cut through the silence like a razor’s edge. Caruso laughed, pulling me to my feet and dragging me in front of him, a cold pistol suddenly pressed against my temple. “Salvatore! So glad you could make it. I was worried your broken heart might have slowed you down.” “Last chance,” Damien said, taking a slow step forward, Marco fanning out to his right.

Salvatore sighed; he wished he could do more for her the way Adler did, take matters into his hands and make sure she was okay, He might be holding her deepest secret and helping her get rid of it, but was that enough? "Hey," a hand fell on his shoulder, "I've been looking for you." Salvatore stared at the hand on his shoulder, then looked up at its owner, he immediately went rigid, listening to his world go silent. "I didn't know you were here, Boss." Victor Domenico, second son to the Godfather, standing at least six foot, with an easygoing frame, sad brown eyes that were inherited from his mother, sharp intellect that set him above the rest, and an excellent attribute that could have had

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.

But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness. "I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away." Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal." Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face. "Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."

Still, he held himself back, clenching his jaw. Levi gestured at some men who were standing behind him. The three men walked up ahead and removed their hoods, revealing their faces. Dalton staggered backwards. He stared at the three men, deeply shocked. “You stabbed my mother… you killed her. You killed my parents.” Dalton voiced out, finding it hard to believe that the same person we’d considered to be our savior at that time, was the same person who’d caused the war among our kind. There was a pin drop silence as everyone glanced at Dalton, fearing his reaction. He was fuming.