Salvatore Boarding House Novels & Stories

By the time I arrived at the pier, the sun was above the Thames, blanketing the entire place with heat. Salvatore was already there, leaning against the railing, smoke curling from his cigarette. He looked deceptively ordinary in his tailored suit despite being the heir to the Donati dynasty. "Vin," he greeted me, not bothering to extinguish his cigarette. "Quite the show your Kingwicke girl gave us this morning.” I kept my expression neutral. "Not as much as your man Rodriguez did." I said sarcastically “He gave a damn good show” Salvatore scoffed, flicking ash into the water. "I'm only doing what I was paid to do."

Smiles wide as the horizon. They looked like two brothers who’d come to help a friend move—not heirs to a dark empire. “Salvatore Shuttle Service,” Lorenzo announced with theatrical grandeur, bowing as though the hallway were built for him alone. “Free of charge—exclusively for the woman who saved my stubborn brother’s life.” Dante steered him inside with one hand. “Ignore him. His coffee hasn’t kicked in.” “Three cups down, fratello. This is pure enthusiasm.” From behind a tower of boxes, Aria emerged.

He tapped the other book. "Look at this deal from last winter. Leased three Rossi dock warehouses to the Valentino smugglers. Dirt cheap. Cash straight to him. When the old crew pushed back, he threatened their families." A beat. "My granddaughter. Sofia. His guys 'invited' her for tea last week." His voice shook. That's when I clocked the flour on his cuff—fresh. He must've come straight from his bakery. After retiring, Salvatore opened that little shop to pass time, trying to stay away from trouble. But Giacomo wouldn't leave him alone.

It seemed like Alessandro’s older brother was more of a menace than I had imagined he would ever be. “I doubt it, young Miss. Although him withdrawing your protective guild was possibly the reason those men saw an opening and struck,” Salvatore explained, leading me inside the apartment. I hadn’t been there in a long time, but it was still very familiar to me. Salvatore had gone in first, hovering at the doorway and glaring into the living room before he determined that everything was according to his taste. “Boss gave strict orders to bring you here first in case any problems occurred. I’ll have to contact him while you wait, young Miss,” he said, regret permeating his voice.

I couldn't find any emotion there except for hatred. He took my hand and dragged me to this bluish 65th-story tower, the logo I recognized. SF written in english iii vivace font, too feminine I should say. However, what baffled me was why we were here. Salvatore Florence was one of the luxurious brands of clothing style in New York, and the owner was no other than Florence Salvatore, a half-Italian business socialite. It had always been my dream to work here, but I always chickened out every time I would like to showcase my creations.

Salvatore's POV FLASH BACK I stepped out of my sleek black sedan with a bottle of bourbon in my hand, closing the door behind me with my free hand. I had instructed my men to wait for me at the base, the large house where we usually had our meetings, hidden away from the eagle eyes of society. Leaving my cigarette in between my lips, I pulled my card key out of the breast pocket of my shirt and placed it against the door. The door gave way and I walked in, moving straight to my chair. I dropped the bottle of bourbon on the table before settling in my chair.

How crazy that life could change so drastically in such a short time. Salvatore returned and held up the key for her to see as he walked toward her. “Ready?” he asked. “Lead the way.” He held her hand as they walked down the beach. The wind off the sea muffled her hearing, but she found that it didn’t matter. Salvatore was beside her, and that’s more than she’d hoped for—someone to walk through life with. They passed his next door neighbor’s house and Salvatore led her into the yard and up the porch stairs of the house beside it. The two-story red brick home blended with the fiery-orange leaves on the trees that sheltered it, and they could hear a dog barking as they approached.

" He did not wait for Salvatore's response before walking out of the door, slamming it behind him. Salvatore kicked away his table, he watched as everything on it flew in different directions. "D*mn that ba*stard," he cursed. "He succeeded in ruining my mood." The door clicked open again. "What the f*ck is it?" He yelled. "Have you all lost your manners? Didn't anyone teach you how to knock on a door?" "I am so sorry sir, I came to tell you that the boards of directors are waiting for you in the conference room," a tiny voice mumbled.

Alice's POV As the function came to a nearby and the praise bit by bit died down, Liam and I rose from our seats, prepared to leave from the energetic climate of the feast. However, just as we were beginning to move toward the exit, the Italian Don suddenly appeared in front of us, his expression displaying a mix of urgency and sincerity. "Please, Mr. and Mrs. Salvador ," the Wear entreated, his voice conveying a dash of earnestness. " I would be honored if you could attend a private gathering with my family and me. There are significant issues I might want to examine with both of you."

Stepping down, once again Bruce and help Stefano out of the car and into the elevator. With a ping, they walk out of the elevator, and with a swipe of a card, the door of the lavish penthouse opened, which is on the top of the building fully guarded. As the door opened, Luciano sees the woman, who worked hard to bring this broken family together, she was the only one who held herself together and brought the sinking family to the surface. Sierra. Sierra looks at passed-out Stefani, there was sadness in her eyes, then she looks at Lucinai, sighing she walks towards them, and without any words, she grabs Stefani's hand from Bruce and together they lead him to his room.