Man O Salwa Novels & Stories

"Tell me why you would have Torres kidnap and rape my pregnant wife?!," Salvatore's smile was forced, his eyes flicking to the side. "A message," he said calmly. "To show you that no one is safe, not even your whore." Rage exploded within me, and I took a step towards him, but my men held me back. "Take them outside," I ordered, my voice a low growl. We stepped out into the dusty parking lot, the sounds of the fight inside fading behind us. The setting sun cast long shadows, painting the scene in a crimson hue. I could feel the anger building up like a storm inside me, threatening to break free.

If Dante had really looked hard enough, he would have found him sooner. He let go of Luca's chin and pulled him against his chest instead. Luca didn't fight, but his body stayed stiff and unyielding. He felt too light, too breakable. Like he might shatter if Dante held him too tight. A man in a suit appeared in the doorway holding a leather folder. "Your papers, Mr. Salvatore." Dante took them without looking, keeping one arm around Luca. Inside the folder were documents stamped with official seals. Ownership papers. They listed Luca like he was a piece of art or a car. Age, physical description, acquisition price. At the bottom was a line for Dante's signature.

His voice was low and gentle. "Ms. Bianchi, I heard from my business partner that you need help." He arranged everything methodically, unlike Marco, who always made me fight for everything desperately. Only later did I learn that this man was the newly risen mafia Don, Leon Costa. Unfortunately, although the surgery succeeded, Mom still died. "I'm very sorry, but Sofia didn't make it through. I've already dealt with the negligent staff." He held me as I cried until I couldn't breathe, comforting me by saying that my kidney could accompany Mom in eternal rest, and she would be comforted in heaven. Only then did my busy fiance remember me and call back.

turned legs to jelly. The man spun around to run away but Salvador was faster. He held the man's shoulder and pulled him backwards until he staggered to the ground. He closed in on the man and bent with a knee touching the ground. “Please…I was ordered…It was an order.” The man said and Salvador's movements paused. “By who?” He asked. “The black serpent cartel…they made us do it…” The man revealed, desperately trying to keep his life.

MARCELLA’S POV I turned abruptly towards to door, my heart beating loudly in my chest. ‘No. Theres no way, that cant be…’ I thought. My hands trembled and my palms became sweaty, I took a step back as the man got closer. “Hello! Wifey” Salvador said with a broad annoying smile. I was absolutely dumbfounded, fear stricken and in shock. I couldn’t decide my next words and Salvador was already at the table directly in front of me. He stood tall like a god that commands worship, his intimidating eyes pierced straight through mine. The smirk on his face left me totally confused, Was he angry? Was he pretending to be happy to meet me? What were his plans?

the man added. Salvador slowly glanced back, his cold gaze that fell on me sent chills rushing through my veins. He turned and looked at the man, his hand gripping the axe. “Let’s end it then,” he muttered and took a step back. The sinister smirk on the man’s face fell, and he scoffed loudly, then turned towards the men behind him and nodded his head. My heart leaped as the men surrounding him rushed towards him with raised axes and loud grunts. Salvador grabbed the first man and flipped him around, sending his ass to one of the cars.

I smiled to myself, because I liked seeing Sal sweat. He grumbled, “Anything could go wrong. It’s technology.” We drove to the mortuary where Sal paid the mortician a tidy sum to give us an unclaimed cadaver. He’d arranged it a few days ago and Sal received a message this morning that a body was ready for our collection. Although the poor guy wasn’t the same size as me, he would have to do. We smuggled him out and into the car. Our wolves revolted at the stench of death.

This time, it was his turn. So, I ignored the persistent buzz of my phone and enjoyed the delicious meal. In the corner, Murray fumed. His intense stare felt like it could pierce right through me. Just then, Anthony raised his glass and looked at me. “The recent news about the marriage alliance between our organization and the Summit family has captured the city’s attention. “The Summit family has long been our most trusted and loyal partners. Our entire family attaches the greatest importance to this union. “I made a special trip back home to personally oversee the finalization of the wedding plans. With everyone here, we can share ideas and suggestions—”

Salvador Silver Mendoza. I am Salvador, Don of Maython city. There is no one born of this earth that doesn’t know my name. I've got three brothers and we are collectively known as the Mendoza brothers. Our name spans across the globe—from the furthest of planets to the earth. Together, we control multibillion-dollar stocks, global corporations, oil rigs and the fucking government. At the ripe age of eighteen, I began a few of these ventures after watching my father, the former Don, shape the pillars of this city.

"And a meat muppet? What a night." The redhead walks over the petrified man like traveling over a large heap of trash. She sets down the weapon on the desk and looks inward through the bag, eyes wandering through the contents. Soon enough, her eyes gleam down on the wooden floor, and see the Wildland scroll. A scoff surface then a right dominant hand renders downward, picking it up and placing the parchment back from once it came. That ringing voice curves through her narrow throat once more. "Aye. Would be after that if I were some streetwalkers looking to make a coin. Speaking of the coin..." Salavanta pulls out the chair. Located under the desk is her set of clothes. She grabs a pair of o