Salvatore Brothers Novels & Stories

he said to Sean. Right at that moment, a news report aired on the TV. BREAKING NEWS!! BREAKING NEWS!! Sean Salvtore has been linked to a number of international crimes over the years, including the crash of a passenger plane containing 365 passengers, of which his late brother was one of them. Media reports have revealed that Sean Salvtore was responsible for the sabotage of the Salvtore Companies' fake outbreaks and the sinking of ships across the sea. This is a company that was founded by his father and is being fined by his son, David Salvatore. What the public doesn’t understand is why he would so strongly defend his family company.

THE COLLIN BROTHERS; Two most prominent business entrepreneurs in the entirety of Chicago. Xavier Collin and Hardy Collin; twins, but not identical. Xavier Collin, a brunette-haired man, endowed with the rarest fierce eyes, tall with a very antagonistic character. Also the owner of Fredo's inc. A fashion company. Hardy Collin on the other hand was way distinct from Xavier. With the way they acted publicly, it was easy to pinpoint that Hardy was the cheerful one, also more indulgent to work with. He owned an automobile company; RNV.

Sam. He simply flashed his perfect teeth, unfazed by my glare. "You don't have to worry," he said, his voice confident and calm. Standing there in a white singlet and black shorts, his rough, sexy hair messy and undone, he looked breathtakingly handsome. It was infuriating. Why did he have to be my stern, infuriating stepbrother? "I would do you the honors of showing you to your room," his voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't need your favors," I snapped back. He smirked, "We both know you’re lying.”

Salvatore Salvatore pulled Alexa closer in the back seat of the car as Clayton drove. Their flight had landed only a few minutes ago at Bradford, Inc.’s private hanger at the airport. Alexa had slept for most of the flight, and Salvatore was exhausted as well. They’d filled their honeymoon with adventures he would remember for the rest of his life. His brother, Eric, had been the one to push Salvatore out of his comfort zone before he died. When his brother was gone, he’d lost the will to have fun.

Either way, my hands shook just thinking about it. What if it was a trap? The thought crawled under my skin and refused to leave. What if Rino was baiting us, luring Salvatore into a kill zone so someone could finish what they started? I’d already lost too much to be the one who walked my brother into another nightmare. Salvatore was everything that kept us standing. Me, Isabella, the boys, we were all riding his shoulders. He ran the whole network with Elio, our half-brother, and even that thin thread felt like too little sometimes.

Salvatore murmured, a cold, mocking smile touching his lips. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a sleek, black satellite tablet. "According to her records, you have been running a shadow," Salvatore whispered, his eyes narrowing. "A twin brother who was supposed to have died in a Baltimore orphanage twenty years ago." The silence that followed was suffocating, the air in the bedroom turning to pure ice. I kept my hands flat over my stomach, forcing my breathing to remain slow and rhythmic despite the panic hammering in my chest.

He led them to his bed, both of them sitting at the edge of it as she wiped at her cheeks, cleaning the tears before they could fall. "Why did you have to become friends with a Costa? How did you become friends with a Costa?" "I..." Her brother trailed in thought, his eyebrows creasing as he looked an awful lot like their father. "I don't know...I don't know how we came to be friends, I just knew that we were friends long before we were introduced in our official capacities as heirs to our respective Mafias," "Do you know he wants to marry me?" Salvatore held his breath at her words, looking at her impassively as his hand slid away from her arm.

"Holy cow, you have got to be kidding me! You mean this amazing car is mine?" Jason asked his brother, a mixture of disbelief and shock evident on his face as he stared at the sport car Jordan had gotten him as a gift. "Well, that depends on whether you want it or not, I've always known that you wanted a car like this, and I knew dad wasn't going to get you one." "so here I'm just being your big brother and getting you this, nothing more, But if you don't like it, let me know and I can take my gift back," Jordan said, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Everything happens so fast because Salvatore is on Leon, swinging a punch at him. “How dare you! She’s mine!” He growls, but Leonardo wipes the blood with his thumb, smiling, looking at his brother. My lips open to say something, but the words don’t come out; instead, my entire body goes still. So numb, I just watch the two of them. “Oh yeah? I thought she was all game since you smiled to announce—” Salvatore doesn’t let his brother finish his sentence because he pounces on him. Leonardo staggers back, but Salvatore keeps punching him.

Even though they were brothers, Roberta's father was a legitimate son, but mine was just a bastard that our grandfather had conceived in a most sinful moment. While we were stuck struggling in the slums, they had the finest things and lived very easy lives. Roberta learnt to be grateful because her father took away my opportunity to have anything, and she was a walking, breathing reminder of that. I smirked when I saw a neatly folded envelope on my bed with the letter ‘V’ on it. I walked swiftly towards it and tore it open, revealing a letter from Vincenzo. It read; You have some nerve writing ro me about joining forces when you are the singular reason my life is in shambles right now. I wil