Salvatore Books Novels & Stories

Salvatore ignored Valentina's screaming. He rushed upstairs and shoved open my room's door. The room still carried the faint scent of jasmine perfume I always wore. Like a madman, he began searching every corner of the room in hopes of finding some trace I had left behind. Even a single note would do. But aside from the signed divorce agreement, there was nothing. Then, his eyes landed on my desk. A small notebook lay there. Salvatore picked it up with trembling hands and opened the first page.

Taking a long drag of my cigarette, I let the smoke calm and soothe me, prepare me for the blow I was about to deliver. Soon, I will get to share many more cigarettes with my curious malen'kaya ptitsa. "We shall deal with them according to our code and set of rules. You can fucking leave now." Salvatore stated, gesturing for the door just as Ioann released a small, amused chuckle and rolled his eyes at the older gentleman.

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.

Looking up at him, she took in the unnerving gaze Salvatore held her with as she gave him a weak smile, gently patting his chest before walking away, her heart not hammering this time around, instead, it was beating rather contently. Salvatore stood there in silence for a moment, placing a hand against his neck before his fingers gently swiped over his cheek. A look of realization brightening his eyes as he pulled on a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of dark sweatpants. Stepping into the room, he noticed Nicole be sitting on the bed, reviewing a file as if though what just happened never occurred. "I'm going to give this to Stephan," Salvatore held up a book as Nicole glanced up, nodding with

"Are you certain? You are incredibly skinny. You ought to eat more. I exhaled quietly. Although I didn't want to be impolite, I began to feel as though I was being treated like a child. Matt made the decision to ease the tense atmosphere in the space by sharing his day. He bemoaned his time spent working for the Mafia and the stress it brought. Having gone through a lot of stress myself, I could identify with that. In the middle of all the anxiety, it was great to experience some humor. I couldn't resist but make a comment on the wine that was being served as we were eating. Mr. Salvador, Liam's father, appeared to be very interested in our discussion about wines. We discussed the numerous v

He then walked to my side. Meanwhile, Dylan took the seat next to Harper. Harper, who was usually blunt, faltered for a second. I saw her blush. I suspected that Harper was thinking the same thing. I calmed my frantic beating heart and tried to explain myself. “We are no longer with Murray and Craig—” But I stopped mid-sentence as Anthony and Elena Luciano entered the banquet hall. As the Don and Donna, their presence was formidable. Leopold smiled and gently brushed aside a stray hair at my temple.

A chill ran down my spine. Salvatore stood up. "Come. Let me show you something before you go." I followed him to a bookshelf on the wall. Between the expensive books and the bottles of wine were picture frames. Family photos. A beautiful woman with kind eyes. Three boys playing soccer. And a little girl with brown curls and a gap-toothed smile. The little girl looked about Emma's age. Maybe a year older. "My daughter, Isabella," Salvatore said softly. There was something in his voice now. Not warmth exactly. But not the emptiness either. "She just turned four last month."

The store was big and dream worthy, I have never seen something like this and I felt a bit of excitement as I looked around the place and I picked three books. Thankfully, there was a section for English books, and plenty of other language sections but I was glad to see English so I picked three different kinds of books and I went into the corner where Salvatore was already seated, in a mini library sort of place that kind of also looked like a private booth. I placed the books down and saw that he had bought two cups of coffee for us and warm muffins that still had steam coming out of them. Next to the muffins was a big bowl filled with jelly beans and all types of sweets (candy).