Salvatore Books Novels & Stories

"Tell him the​ Wolf is back. And tell h​im the sheep is dead." Ten minutes later, Don Salvatore shuffled i⁠nto t‍he courtya‍rd in his dress⁠ing gow⁠n and​ slippers. He looked at Lo‌renz‍o. He looked at the blood‍ on the ground‍. He‍ smiled. A terri‍fyi​ng⁠,⁠ toothle​ss smile. "You look like a butcher, boy," S‍alva⁠tore‍ ca‌ckled.

A Soldato pulled a black leather notebook from under Salvatore's car seat and respectfully handed it to Alessandro. Alessandro took it. As his long fingers slowly flipped through the pages, his face grew terrifyingly dark. I recognized it. It was the Santoro family's secret ledger, detailing all their smuggling routes and warehouse locations. Why was it in Salvatore's car? Before I could even try to explain, the heavy ledger was slammed into my face. The hard corner broke the skin on my forehead, and a warm liquid trickled down. "Celeste, what do you have to say for yourself now?"

When he saw me, his eyes suddenly brightened as he walked quickly toward me. "Veronica! I knew you weren't dead!" I stepped back and frowned at the security personnel blocking his path. "What is this man doing here?" The security officer showed me the documents. He had surrendered as a mafia Don just to be brought to Federal Intelligence headquarters for trial. He really was insane. Uncle Dante strode over from the other end of the corridor. His expression was dark. "Mr. Costa, you're not welcome here." Leon's gaze was locked on me, and his voice was hoarse. "Veronica, I need to talk to you."

Straightening up and raking her hair back, she stepped out of this bathroom, but her visitor was already in her space, looking out of place in all of the darkness until his eyes met hers Salvatore waved the book he held at her, then continued flipping the pages. "I don't need a seer to tell me Lily gave you this." "What gave it away?" She watched him slap it shut and push it back onto a shelf. "The horny or silliness?" "The covers don't do a good job of concealing what to expect within their pages," he chuckled. "And the dedications... It makes you wonder if everyone goes around sleeping with everyone." She caught what he did—using her own words. Ignoring and flooring his expectations, she w

Savannah’s joy could be compared to one of a child at a candy store. Thinking at first that she was alone in the library, she made her way through the alcove of books, footsteps soundless over the red rug that lay sprawled beneath her, heading for the ladder that lay against the walls of books. From experience, Savannah knew that the best books were shoved away from reach and she was so giddy with excitement. But suddenly, the low yet heated murmur of voices coming from the tiny west door to her left alerted her. The privacy and quietness she really wanted was the last thing she could find here! Her heart stung with hurt and she desperately eyed the ladder, wishing she could just enact her f

The sick feeling in my gut prevailing…again. To find a reasonable person in the Mafia world was akin to searching for a pin in a mountain of hay. There is no chance. The rumors about Salvador were worse than that of Dante. Salvador killed his brother, Mateo in order to become the Don of the underworld. He was also rumoured to eat the flesh of his victims and rivals. Some said he was asexual with little to no dealings with women nor men others said he was gay. Why don't I meet normal people?

I say, and they all look at me. “Salvatore.” Ivy frowns. “The Salvatore? The one who keeps trying to recruit us?” “Yeah.” Salvatore runs one of the biggest private protection agencies in the city. On paper, he has a security agency that protects politicians, billionaires, and dirty people with dirty money. But under the surface, he’s got a side business that’s way bloodier. He runs an assassin agency that deals with the enemies of whoever brings him the biggest check. He doesn’t take sides. He just sells protection…or death to the highest bidder.

And then I walked away from him. @Gupta You can check out Carter Brothers book on Dreâme a.p.p. Saved By The Devil by A. Gupta.

It was purely ridiculous. Salvatore Rodriguez— works as a reporter at Big news Media, no wife, no child. Doesn't believe in relationships because his father was a deadbeat drunk who constantly abused his mother, dropped out of school early, but by some miracle still ended up going to college, and finishing top of his class. Have had numerous cases of sexual assault from colleagues, but somehow someone has consistently been keeping you out of trouble.

"You feel it too. The way you stay right here. The way you didn't pull away when I touched you in the car last time. You hate it, but you want it." I swallowed hard, unable to deny what he was saying. "I hate how right you are. I should be figuring out how to run. Instead I'm here, letting you hold me like this while they talk about us like we're some twisted story." Salvatore's fingers pressed into my hip. "It is twisted. I took you. I should still want revenge. But every time another man gets close, I want to end him. You did that to me. You and that damn ring you keep."