Novelas y relatos de Damon Salvatore

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.

Salvatore laughed. My Papa, Salvatore Aventini, is the best father you could ever ask for. If you didn’t know, you would never guess he is one of the most prominent Mafia dons in New York. A man with a strong hand in his life, but never with his family. I’m the oldest of the Aventini children. The Mafia princess, as people call me, but that’s not what I want to be. I want to be an Economist. When I found out that Dutton Marks, one of the world’s best Economists and literally my idol, was going to be at the wedding, I begged my dad to bring me.

“Oh, I’ve got statements for days. These fuckers think they are untouchable. Stealing my right to be a father. So rich they think they can play God. Well, let them see how playing God with the anti-Christ works out for them.” He blows them a kiss, flicks them the bird and then stalks back towards Savannah who visibly recoils. She really is scared of him. He points at Savannah. “You think this is over, baby? You humiliated me on every channel that would air your fake halo, and now you want pity? You left me. I tried to get clean. I could’ve gotten clean if I’d been a father.” Damon’s gaze slices to me. “And here’s the loyal ex-Mrs. Hale. Guess tragedy really does recycle, huh? She wrecked you

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.

They were staring at me, I could feel it but I couldn’t care less. “ The club’s signature. It better be good.” Not like I expected less from Salvatore. He gets his liquor from the best of the best ; Nico’s A&D. Six glasses down and my head starts to ache. My guards are still somewhere in the club, watching me drown in pain. “ You know who Salvatore is right? I’m married to that scumbag. That lying, manipulative, narcissistic man whore.” I was talking to the bartender now. Maybe he pitied me enough to listen, or I’m probably making a fool of myself and he finds it funny.

” “I don't just want to keep you away from Luciano, I want so much from you, which includes keeping you to myself and I'd be glad if you work along. Luciano is a monster, and we need to bring him down.” “You're the monster here, not him.” I shot back, writhing in his grip. Damon laughed softly, his lips just inches from my ear. “That's where you're wrong, sweetheart. Luciano is my brother and I know him better than anyone else. Luciano is a monster.” I stilled “Dammit!” Damon cursed and released my wrist abruptly, stepping back. He turned to Logan. “Keep an eye on her. Make sure she stays comfortable, for now.”

Others hadn’t. Salvatore raised his hand and pointed. “Damon, step forward.” Gasps filled the room. Damon was a tall young man with wide shoulders and clear eyes. He looked shocked. “M-me?” Damon asked. “Yes,” Salvatore said. “You’ve worked hard. You’ve been loyal. And you’ve shown me that you care about this pack.” Damon slowly walked forward. He looked nervous. “I don’t know if I deserve this,” Damon said softly. “You do,” Salvatore replied. “And if anyone wants to challenge it, speak now.”

“We’ll talk later. I need you to find out who took those shots at us when I went out with Viola a few weeks ago.” “I think it was Antonio. We both heard what the man who survived said. They were paid by a middleman but Antonio was the one who put out the order for the attack.” “You think he would put his daughter in danger? She almost died that day.” I defended even though I had a feeling Dante could be right. My doubts that Antonio was behind the attack were not because he wouldn’t put his daughter in danger—he would. It was because he had use for Viola. He wouldn’t fuck that up.

Silver: Alpha Damon was breathing fast and looking down at me with an expression that told me he wished he could take his worst back. I looked back at him, unsure of what to do or how to react. After a few moments, he sat back down and faced me. “You just can't leave now,” he said. “There is so much to do. We're this close to finding out who wants me dead and considering the fact you were hurt as well, you've become their next target. I promise to protect you no matter the cost, but you can't leave now.”

"Most people have already left. There are specifics that Father and Cavallaro need to go over with Salvatore Vitiello. Now there is just Damon and his group." I peered through the gap and had a clear view of the throng of chairs gathered around the fireplace. With his legs crossed and a glass of Scotch in his hand, Damon relaxedly rested against the fireplace's marble ledge. He was sitting next to his brother Matteo, who had his legs apart and a wolfish grin on his face. During dinner, they had called Romero, the second bodyguard, and Cesare to sit in the other recliners. Romero appeared to be around 18 years old, which is the same age as Matteo. By social norms, they are hardly men, but n