David Salvatore Rule 34 Novels & Stories

I leaned against it. The next thing I knew, I lost my balance. I fell straight into his office. My eyes widened. I immediately looked up. Damien was standing there. Before I could say a word, his voice thundered through the room. “What are you doing here?” I froze. He took a step toward me. “Didn’t I tell you this place is out of bounds for you?” I swallowed hard. I had broken another rule. Again. I slowly got to my feet. My eyes moved over him for a second before I looked away.

“Our eyes on the ground spotted Blaine Harrison meeting with Easton Moore’s enforcer. They exchanged a package—seems suspicious.” I raised an eyebrow. “Name?” “Chris Salvatore. The black casanova.” My grip tightened around the phone. Chris. That snake. Betrayer, manipulator, predator. Once a supposed ally, now a monster in the shadows, trafficking girls, laundering money, running his empire of cruelty. And now he was paired with Blaine, a combination I could not ignore. “What about the package?” I demanded. “Still figuring it out,” Carter said. “Likely weaponry and cash, something that can be used to kill, extort, or worse.”

Salvatore pretended to compliment Audrey and Laurel while he could not stop sizing them up behind the golden mask. He was mesmerized. 'Beautiful… So beautiful…' 'I never Mount Hua would have such beautiful girls. Looks like I didn't make this trip in vain.' "Sect Master Darby!" As Salvatore was fascinated, Levi said embarrassedly, "I'm so sorry. These two disciples of mine are fine but they have an issue following rules. I shall dismiss them." Then, he looked at Audrey and Laurel unhappily.

“Rule #12: No red pens are allowed in Mr. Salvatore’s vicinity. He finds the color aggressive and unnecessarily judgmental.” I stared at that line for a good ten seconds. “Rule #17: Mr Salvatore hates the smell of peaches ,so anything with peaches should not be brought near him he is also allergic to peanuts and should not be given anything with it in it” “Rule #20: Background music must be pre-set to Mozart’s Requiem at precisely 20% volume on high-stress days. You’ll know it’s a high-stress day if Mr. Salvatore enters the building without speaking.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I have more bad news, and you need to wrap up that meeting so you can deal with it.” Lorie stepped from their hug and handed Alexa three printed pages. An article filled the pages, but there were color photos too. Photos of Salvatore having a heated conversation with his ex-girlfriend, Vanessa Calloway, and her new boyfriend, Anthony Walker. Alexa scanned the pages, rifling them in her hands. “When was this?” she asked frantically. “Today,” Lorie confirmed.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

Salvatore stepped into the middle of the circle and let the silence stretch before he spoke. “Who do you think you are?” His voice was low, but it rang through the hall like thunder. “You broke our law,” Silas snapped. Salvatore smiled faintly. Not friendly. Not kind. Dangerous. “I didn’t touch an Alpha. I disciplined a mutt who overstepped.” Ron, still hunched and pathetic, tried to raise his voice again. “You’re twisting it! I did nothing but greet you!” “You tried to touch what’s mine,” Salvatore said sharply, his voice cutting like glass. “You snuck into my room. You ignored her refusals. You put your filthy hands on Elena.”

My name is Violet. I was the consigliere to the Leon mafia family in New York, the woman who drafted every rule in this underworld. Yet Drake Leon, the man I held close for a decade, was now defying them all. The Godfather’s winter banquet was the most exclusive event in New York’s underworld. Anyone seated at the main table held the power of life and death over half the city, and the seat to the right of the head chair—the one that should have been mine—was now occupied by a girl in an out-of-place white dress.

Dimitri’s eyebrows furrowed at the words, eying the lit cigarette the heir took a puff from. “There is no way this came from Nikolai’s collection,” Aleksander leaned forward and hissed at the three men. “You think I can’t fucking notice the difference between Russian and Italian paperwork?” “Wha-” “-This all details Salvatore’s every single move when he had been breaking down the foundation for the last two years. These are Salvatore’s files. Where did you get them from? And why are you giving them to me?” He growled at the men, ignorant to the customer at the far end ask for his bill. “Who the fuck do you people think you are to steal from Salvatore fucking Regnante?” He slammed his hand do

CHAPTER 41 CAROLINE “Absolutely not.” I stare at Salvatore across the apartment kitchen and tighten my grip around my coffee mug. “You cannot be serious.” “I am very serious. It’s Saturday. nd you are staying home.” He decides, shoulders squared. I blink slowly at him. “You dragged me into your supernatural cult city against my will, erased my medical career, stationed guards outside my apartment, and now you’re banning me from work?” His jaw tightens slightly. “You’ve worked thirteen days straight.”