Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore 1864

Damon replied and turned to leave not before glancing at me. At that very moment Savannah jumped in front and said “Chief… Chief Damon… he… he saved my life… my boat… it… it got broke and they came to drop me all the way here….. I …i… think we could be little grateful for that and a least let them stay here until their ship is fixed….” Savannah words made chief Damon turned back, who growled at her…. He was going to say something when unfortunately I felt something swirling under my feet….. We were standing on natural black crooked stone made port of this village……

On the plane with Nic were Antonio, Raymond and his friend, Damon. Damon was a huge guy, ex-Navy SEAL who cashed in big checks with bounty hunting. Nic had employed him several times over the years. He was a trustworthy guy who could kill a man with his bare hands, and proudly bragged about that fact.

“I see you’re struggling.” Keiran’s breathing was uneven. His wound was worse than I thought. I tightened my grip on him. Salvatore’s gaze lingered before he turned back to Donovan. “Shall we talk?” Donovan scoffed. “You came with swords, not words.” Salvatore shrugged. “A precaution.” He stepped forward, stopping just before Damien’s corpse. He glanced down at the body. No emotion. Just mild interest. Then he looked at Donovan again. “You killed your own blood.”

He had a proud Roman nose, a mess of curly hair that hung just above his eyes, high cheekbones, and soft lips that women in the bar would probably die to kiss. Seriously, this is the man I get worried about? “Montreal.” Salvatore smiles. The heavy and thick Italian accent rolls his tongue. He quickly stands up from the couch he sat on and moves forward with one arm extended, ready for a handshake. “I’m glad we wouldn't be stood up tonight. I prepared a feast.” Damon joked, clapping his palm on his shoulder. I stay back a little, letting the two indulge in their reunion even though I know they’ve just seen each other at the engagement.

“That officer has been nothing but a fucking pain in the ass!” “And now you recruit his son as your right-hand man?!” Salvatore thundered, more confident now. “What are you thinking? He’s the son of an enemy, Damon. This is very much against the rules, we can’t accept this!” Luca stepped further backward then, almost crashing into me, and I pulled him against me. “Listen,” I whispered harshly in his ear. “You better learn to stand your ground if you want to survive here. You hear me?”

"Such a dramatic little thing, aren't you? Running toward the sound of the guns. Did you truly believe your husband would choose you over the assets I secured?" Damon Salvatore emerged from the thinning smoke, not from the tunnel he was supposed to be running through, but from an upper floor access. He was clean, dressed in an immaculate dark suit, holding a silver-plated pistol as casually as one holds a wine glass. He must have used a separate, immediate escape route from the medical bay to the upper levels, anticipating my move. He had simply cut across the main hall's perimeter, bypassing the fighting, knowing I couldn't have gone far.

By the time I arrived at the pier, the sun was above the Thames, blanketing the entire place with heat. Salvatore was already there, leaning against the railing, smoke curling from his cigarette. He looked deceptively ordinary in his tailored suit despite being the heir to the Donati dynasty. "Vin," he greeted me, not bothering to extinguish his cigarette. "Quite the show your Kingwicke girl gave us this morning.” I kept my expression neutral. "Not as much as your man Rodriguez did." I said sarcastically “He gave a damn good show” Salvatore scoffed, flicking ash into the water. "I'm only doing what I was paid to do."

And now, here he was, striding toward me with that ever-infuriating smirk, as if he owned the damn place. Damien Salvatore. The quarterback of Bar Harbor High. My rival. And more importantly, the future Alpha of WoodlandHunters, the pack that bordered ours. “Caleb,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. See how you’re preparing for our annual match.”

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'

For one suspended, unbearable second, no one moved. Then the driver’s door opened. A figure stepped out into the rain. Tall. Lean. Silhouetted by the headlights. Damon’s stomach dropped. Because even through the storm and the distance He recognized him. Viktor. Alive. And not alone. Th e rear passenger door of the SUV opened slowly. Another figure stepped out. Calm. Elegant. Shoulders straight despite the blood and soot. Damon’s breath turned to ice. Matteo Laurent.