Salvatore Boarding House Novels & Stories

He had been sitting for days and he didn’t miss the opportunity to stretch even though we really had to leave. I peeked through the door, making sure no one was close enough to see us sneak out. Then I led him to the door I had noticed that seemed to be a tunnel. I pushed Danny in when I heard someone’s angry voice shrieking my name. “Salvador!” Red called on her heels running towards the door. Once inside I made sure to bolt the door with a metal that was kept on the floor for some reason. It was going to make it impossible for her men to pull it open unless they were going to pull it completely from its hinges.

Ivan's POV Today had been a very busy and stressful day because a small gang tried to steal our shipments but the key word is 'tried' so it means they didn't succeed and now we have them in on of my warehouses just to get some information on who told them about our shipments. When I get home today I'm very relieved because I finally get to rest today was hectic, this week was busy and frustrating but I'm glad I solved everything else. when I look at the clock I see today I came back 21:20 early because tomorrow I have to interview my guests and give them the five star treatment for think they can cross me.

"Fine," Salvatore said, "You want your own space? You’ll move into a Capone-owned property. A penthouse with reinforced glass and a security team in the lobby. That is the only 'moving out' you are doing." "No. I’m finding my own place. Somewhere you don't own," I insisted, my jaw set. Salvatore let out a harsh laugh that sent a chill down my spine. He stepped directly into my personal space, towering over me until I had to crane my neck to look him in the eye.

Nonna advised. “Even the bedrooms have surveillance?” I asked, puzzled. “Yes, Salvatore is fuori bordo (overboard),” she laughed. “I’m sorry I can’t speak Italian,” I chuckled. “Oh, sorry, I just slip back into Italian all the time,” Nonna laughed again. “Salvatore is overboard in all things.” “I noticed,” I agreed. “Please don’t tell him I came up here.” “Zander, I wouldn’t dare. Bella loves you,” Nonna advised. “I want to see her happy.”

Eventually, it was just the Regnante's left; all of them collapsing on the sofas, the men had their wives nestled into their sides as the twins had been put to sleep, Aurora and Irene sitting at the foot of their grandparent's feet. They all talked for a while, laughing and retelling memories finally, they all decided to stay the night. Salvatore's room at his parents' house was the epitome of masculine, with a full padded wall behind his bed with the rest being a dark blue, two skylights over the platform bed which had grey sheets this time around. Black and white pictures lining the wall and a study table opposite the bed accompanied by a bookshelf with windows to the left. A door leading

He nodded towards the office. "Glad you could make it brother. Let's go fill you guys in." Sarge orders. Sarge and Ryder head towards the office. Axel kisses Jess and follows. Then Jag and his officers enter last. RANDI & SALVATORE MAFI ESTATE Salvatore took Randi to his estate. He didn't hurt her or allow his men to. He did lock her in a bedroom. However, the bedroom was quite massive and luxurious. Dinner was delivered to her room, but she refused it. Salvatore paid her a visit.

No one was left out. He wheeled me to the head of the table. The room went silent, as it always did when I entered. No toasts. No welcomes. Just eyes—calculating, cautious, and some, already guilty. Eugene cleared his throat first. “We’ve got a problem on the eastern docks. Salvatore’s crew intercepted a shipment meant for Lorenzo.” I didn’t move. Just watched. Salvatore grunted. “That shipment sat for two days. I don’t wait. If Lorenzo’s people can’t hold a schedule, that’s not my burden.”

I called, but no one replied. I checked the lock, and it was locked like no one had ever opened it a while ago. Did she leave because I didn't come back on time? I shrugged before walking back inside the house. I remained with Madam Cassie and Mimi as we all tried to prepare the dishes as fast as possible. As we remained in the kitchen, my eyes moved to the door, where I saw a figure standing there, “Salvatore” I breathed out in shock. He gestured for me to come to him and I dropped the knife before walking over to where he was.

Picking up his phone, he flashed it around the room, trying to find something before a glint on the coffee table caught his eye. Walking towards it, he picked up the sleek black device and unlocked it, typing in Nikolai’s name, and let out a sound of triumph when a series of documents popped up at the search. Bounding on the stairs, Salvatore headed towards the East Wing, the hallway dimly lit by the lamps before the Mafia Boss came to a halt at the wooden structure of his office, hand on the golden handle before a sound forced him to look up. “Tazio?” He called out to the man at the end of the hall, his second-in-command looking up from the file in hand. “What are you still doing here? Go h

I said quietly to my reflection. Maria appeared in the doorway with coffee and gave it to me. "The car is downstairs," she said. "Mr. Walter will meet you in the lobby." I took the coffee and drank it standing up, looking out at the city. Then I picked up my folder, straightened the jacket one final time, and walked to the door. Salvatore Enterprises occupied the top five floors of a glass tower in the centre of the business district. When I walked through the lobby, the effect was noticed.