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Damien ordered her. Savannah gulped in fear. "Am I clear?" Damien asked her. Savannah nodded fastly without wasting any second. She didn't want him to get more angry. "Dominic is playing with you." "He is a killer." "He won't even hesitate a bit to kill a girl if she ever denies him." "He forced himself on girls." Damien was saying these sentences one by one breaking Savannah's heart into pieces. "You are lying." Savannah whispered unbelievably. "Then go ahead. Let him use you. You will remember my words when he forces himself on you. You will remember me when he will kill you just the way he killed her," shouted Damien in anger.

Matteo Salvatore The warehouse looked dead from the outside. But hell was boiling inside. We entered in formation, silent. Me, Paolo, and three trusted men. All in the dark, breathing like predators. And he was there. Sitting on a steel chair, black shirt, cigarette in hand. Viktor Orlov. Or rather... Viktor Romano. My footsteps echoed on the concrete. He looked up, smiled like he’d been expecting me. “Salvatore,” he sneered. “I thought you were smarter.”

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

But Giovanni Sullivan - Damien's uncle and the family's legal advisor, a short rotund man with a handle bar moustache stopped him. “Damien, we can’t be too hasty with this. We must let the others know immediately…” he said, his gravelly voiced was grating as his face, wrinkled from years of stress and tension creased even further, he was the second son after Damien’s father, and he was someone Damien respected highly. Giovanni is a skilled lawyer with a keen understanding of legal loopholes and strategies to keep the family's operations under the radar. He is responsible for ensuring that the Sullivan family stays clean in the eyes of the law, leveraging his expertise to manage legal risks a

But he carried me through the club like he paid the rent on my body. “Put me down, you egoistic bastard!” He didn’t. Not until we were outside, in the alley outside the hotel, moonlight sharp on the streets of New York. He pinned me to a wall, one arm by my head. “How dare you?” I raged. “Let me reintroduce myself Wife,” he murmured against my ear, voice low and sinful. “I’m Damian Salvatore. Your husband. I own you in every way.” His fingers tangled in my hair while his other hand slid down to grip my throat, tight enough to freeze me, not with fear, but shock.

I recognised them in one glance, one was Dante and other was Michal, I guess that's what his name was? Main question-what was he doing here?! "Oh my god! I can't believe he's here!" A strangely high pitched voice boomed beside us. I glanced arpund to fing group of women looking his way. "Do you know him?" I asked to no one in particular. Eric looked at me like I was a insane woman and tyrned me towards him. "You don't know him?..well, he's a business mogul, Silvio Salvatore. Benefactor and invester of this particular seminar." I couldn't be more shocked. Benefactor? Investor? A killer could never be this!

‘It is,’ Lochlan replied with a curt nod. Damon carried our luggage inside. ‘Boss, why don’t you rest this afternoon? I’ll go and see if Mr Saltzman’s party has surfaced. Once they are awake, Danny and I can take everyone on a proper tour of the resort.’ ‘Make the arrangements,’ Lochlan said, his tone dismissive. I gave Damon my most professional smile. ‘Mr Salvatore, just contact me once everything is coordinated.’ ‘Please, call me Damon,’ he said, flashing me a brilliantly white, toothy grin. ‘Of course.’

a voice called from the doorway. I turned to find the capo I’d hit in the infirmary, the one I’d threatened to kill with his own gun. “And who are you?” I asked. I hadn’t gotten his name. All I knew was that he was blocking my way out, and I didn’t like the way he was looking at me. “Salvatore,” he said, but his stance remained rigid. “Again, what are you doing in here, traitor?” “Traitor?” I stood and stepped up to him. “I am no traitor.”

the stranger said with a smirk in his face. " Excuse me! " Nina replied not understanding anything. " Well, seems like my brother forgot about my arrival and you're the only one to help me keep company now " the stranger said. " But whose your brother? "Nina asked confused. " oh yeah I totally forgot to introduce myself, I'm the one and only Stephen Salvatore, Damon's half brother " Stephen said clearing Nina's confusion. " Oh Stephen I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you, Damon never told me you were coming" Nina said embarrassed.

Salvatore. I pushed the thought away immediately, he’s bounded by Omertà. He has been with me for years, through blood, through Diego. He wouldn’t, it can’t be one of the men. Salvatore Bianchi, Mikhail Reznikov, Kaia Morelo and Veleno Caruso were sworn to Omertà, they have already earned their place in blood. My phone buzzed suddenly, it was an unknown number. Private and untraceable. The room went silent, I answered without hesitation.