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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'

It was rumoured that he destroyed a whole ship pavement only with a single flick of wires. "Mr Morris..." Samuel shook hands with him as Micah motioned for them to sit on the couch. "Mr Salvatore will be here in-" "Samuel! Where's that friend of yours?" Samuel jumped as a voice thundered in the whole room. Silvio took long and confident strides as Dante followed behind him. Samuel was still unsure how Silvio agree to help them. "Mr Salvatore," Samuel greeted as Olivia looked at the tall and muscular man in awe. She had never seen this beautiful and dangerous man at the same time. She didn't know whether looking at him was making her sweat or the dangerous aura that he surrounded her was.

He and my dad are of the same size. Also, I don't have many clothes for him to wear so he needs to go shopping. "Come on, let's go," I say making my way towards the door with him following me. He closes the door while I open the garage. I take out the 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. Damon Salvatore also has the same car. That is why I'm in love with this car. I drive it through towards the driveway where Christian is standing. "Holy Fuck, this is your car?" He asks. "This is an original classic."

I may feel empty but even the most wicked person knows when to pay when the debt is due. And Ciro can not be mixed with Rose. That's why I have to end him as fast as I could. I stared at the picture of me and Nicholas on the file. I know Nicholas was one of Ciro Romano's prize killers so it’s understandable that he hadn’t had a decent picture but, why this? And who the heck took this photo. Whoever he is, I must find him before he could report to Vince and start pointing his finger at me. “You'll pay for ruining my life Ciro. I'll make sure of it. And I'm going to crush your empire from the inside, starting with your only heir.” I gritted my teeth, my fist bunch on my lap.

His aura, his dark eyes, his imposing stance. This man must be Dante Salvatore. Tall, perfectly dressed in a black suit that probably cost enough to feed all the children in the north. Dark hair styled back from his face, a carefully groomed beard - mustache and goatee that gave him the look of an old-world prince turned devil. The thin scar running from his ear to his chin cut through the edge of the beard, making him look even more dangerous. The drunk man—Mr. Armani—raised his hands in surrender. "I didn't know, Salvatore. I swear, I didn't know she was yours—"

No interviews, photographs or personal details. Another article mentioned how he loved his private life, with only a few of his business associates knowing anything about him. The guy was loaded, but something about him was off. I scrolled further. A news article popped up, and a photograph of Damien and me from earlier today filled my screen. Real Face of Salvatore Russo Spotted With His Newly Wedded Wife, Skylar Morrison. “Welcome home, Sky.” Damien's eyes met mine as he drove through the open gate and brought the car to a halt.

“So you think I’m not the same Cleo you killed? Then what do you have to say about this picture?” A second later, a notification pinged on the phone. Osmond tapped it open. His face went slack with confusion. It was a photo…a woman with dark hair and sharp eyes straddling an unconscious Damien. He was shirtless, wrists tied above his head, head lolled to the side. She was smiling straight into the camera. Osmond shoved the phone toward Olivia. “This the Cleo you killed?” Olivia stumbled backward, nearly tripping over her own feet. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock and horror.

he said as he looked from Connor to me. “Are you insane?” I asked him. “I said I’m sorry,” he said as he extended a hand towards Connor and helped him to his feet. “It’s all good, I can do with your help anyway,” he said and smiled at Damon. “I’ll never get you guys, he just tried to strangle you,” I said to Connor. “He didn’t know, so it’s not a problem,” Connor said. “So you drove all this way to assemble a crib?” Damon asked him.

Wayne proceed to walk over Diana's side and place his hand on her shoulder. "What do you mean, Girlfriend?!" A voice questioned.. everyone in the room recognized the voice including Diana who turned to look at the stairs where the voice was coming from. And there stood him.... The man she recognized as her once best friend and her first love. The man she knew his name as Damon! "Damon Salvatore? " Diana called out. Trying to be sure he was who she thought he was. ______ Diana walked down the garden and stood beside Damon who turned to look at her and then smile. Diana returnedvthe smile.

He had a frown on his face, and she wondered what he was thinking about. "Take a picture, darling, it last longer. But then again, I doubt you'll need one as you'll be seeing me each day." Damien leaned into her and whispered. "Whoever said I was staring at you? And why would you think I need a picture of you?" she rolled her eyes. "I know I am the best-looking werewolf out here, and you know the most powerful, so it only makes sense if you see me as an imaginary extraordinary creature," Damien said, glancing at her briefly with a smirk adorning his face before looking elsewhere.