Salvatore Brothers Novels & Stories

I said. Matteo shook his head. “No. You did what a brother does.” I swallowed hard. He wasn’t wrong. Salvatore wasn’t just my boss. He wasn’t just the underboss. He wasn’t just the man who’d saved my life more times than I could count. He was my brother.

Amelie stated matter-of-factly. “Lucky man, incredibly lucky man,” Salvatore said. “and please call me Salvatore.” Amelie nodded. Salvatore turned his attention to me. “Nathan, how have things been going?” “It’s been going well, Salvatore. We’re starting our expansion into the Western states,” I advised. “Good to hear, Nathan,” Salvatore replied, “I called you here today to ask you a favor. My younger brother is starting a business, and I was wondering if you could offer him some guidance."

I was appalled at the sight of Leo standing right outside, refusing to enter the room. Weren’t they best friends? How dare he try to escape the ire of his best friend?! He was supposed to enter too and distract my brother so I could escape. Salvatore’s man had saved me from hurting my brother’s woman, but Salvatore could still report it if he was asked, and then I would probably be joining our parents in their cozy homes in heaven. Salvatore was the leader of the Moretti Military Guild for a reason because, to his credit, the man didn’t flinch at the evil glare my brother leveled at him. He stood four steps in front of my brother, bowing his head and standing straight.

"Why are you all still in home clothes? Why are you not ready for school?" "Dad, today is Saturday, a week off for us," Adwith replied, and then I remembered that today is Saturday. "Oh yeah, I forgot," I said, and then we all had our breakfast. "We have a scan today. We are leaving for the hospital," I said to them. "I have work to be done in the company, and I am also leaving the company," my brother said.

“My brother. Antonio Moretti.” The name lands wrong. Familiar, but wrong. I purse my mouth tightly, confusion rippling through me as I try to reconcile his words with what I know. “That does not make sense,” I say slowly. “Antonio Moretti is one of the three brothers.” I've done enough research on the Morettis, in my time before Lucien and after, to know there are three of them. Salvatore, the oldest. Antonio, the second child. Lucien, the youngest.

The eldest Regnante brother spoke uncertainly, stuffing it in the back of his waistband, looking at his younger brother who opted to stare out the window rather than speak up. Once the cars were parked, they all stepped out, Salvatore and Arsenio at the front as they walked past the line, hearing shouts of protest but ignoring them as they entered, the bouncer never even stopping them. The heavy bass vibrated through them before they even entered, the hallway was lit red as there were people making out against the wall or in various stages of undressing. Salvatore's guards: Matteo and Samuel, both made their way before the Regnante brothers while the others followed behind.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

“Back then, I thought my boss had saved me.” She paused before looking at him again. “But now I realize… it was my brother who saved me.” Victor’s chest tightened. “I’m so glad to be your sister,” Zara said warmly. “You are the kindest man I know.” Victor quickly looked away, trying to hide the tears forming in his eyes. He let out a small sigh. “Alright,” he said, clearing his throat. “Come on. Let’s go eat something.” He stood up and forced a playful tone into his voice.

Gregory knew absolutely nothing about my mom’s family or my real father. “Susan Lombardi was daughter of Harold Lombardi, capo for Benny Santini. Her brother, Tilly’s uncle, is Vinny Lombardi, current capo for Lorenzo Santini.” Danny paused, nodding towards the man standing next to him. “In case you didn’t realize it, Gregory, the man standing next to me is Vinny Lombardi.”

Isabella stood beside me, exhaustion and resolve mixing in equal measure across her features after the long drive back from the Marchetti estate, and I found myself grateful, in a quiet and constant way, that she had chosen to stand exactly there, beside me, rather than anywhere else in the world tonight. Salvatore climbed the platform steps without hesitation this time, no tremor in his hands, no pause for courage he had already summoned once before. "Eighteen months ago you buried my brother," he said to the gathered household, "and you trusted his son to lead you honestly into whatever came next. I owe you honesty in return, even this late, even this painfully."