Salvatore Meaning Novels & Stories

He executed an elaborate bow in my direction. "Forgive me, bella signora. I am Ruggero Vitale, purveyor of specialized merchandise and collector of beautiful things." He straightened with obvious reluctance. "Salvatore has mentioned you precisely zero times, which tells me you are either very important or very dangerous." "Both, probably," I said. Ruggero laughed. "Intelligent and honest. I like her already." Salvatore moved to the window, checking the street below with practiced caution. "Do you have what we discussed?"

“I'm someone very important to Vie, and I know she doesn't want you, so leave.” “Do you know who you're speaking to?” Salvatore doesn't flinch, matching my intense gaze. “And you seem to have forgotten who owns the pack you currently reside in. I just need one word to completely eradicate you from this world.” With a challenging stare I stepped forward. “I would love to see you try.” “You underestimate me, Vaelor.” Salvatore smirked. “Stop swimming in past glory.” “You are the one with spitting delusional takes. I'm not underestimating anyone.”

“They laugh, because Tatiana now stalks the girl like prey. Every whisper, every smirk in the street, it chips at our name, piece by piece.” Finally, Salvatore lifted his head. His eyes, dark as volcanic stone, swept the table. The room fell silent as though struck dumb. “My daughter,” he said slowly, each word drawn taut as wire, “is not prey. Nor is she weakness. She is Valerio blood.” He rose from his chair, and even that small motion seemed to shake the air.

"Kara? You, have got to be kidding me? What case is this about? I need to know everything." Salvatore paused, then said "Gabriel Vega. My son. Get here now."

A smile curled at his lips, but his eyes were filled with resentment. “Mr. Luciano, you’ve been away a long time, so maybe you haven’t heard. But everyone knows Laurel’s obsessed with me. She’s crazy in love. She and her sister are tramps who’ll do anything to make me and Craig jealous. “I’m just saying this for your own good. You and your brother shouldn’t get fooled by these two—” Leopold’s anger intensified. He threw another punch at Murray. “You dare call my fiancee a tramp?! Do you have a death wish?

“That was my last straw; my last chance at reaching out but as always, the Rutherfords were faster than me.” “Chelsea, if you’re going to stay here for a while, you must keep that name Rutherford out of her lips at all times. If my cousin Salvatore hears that name, he’ll lose his shit. Understand?” The sexy man snapped briefly, letting out a deep breath as he stood up. He’s so huge, I need to bend my neck all the way to the back to connect with his eyes. Salvatore? That name sounds familiar. “Salvatore? Salvatore Moretti?” I squeezed the question out my lips with a tight frown on my face as the sexy man turned with a sharp glance to stare at me.

As despair engulfed me, my knees went weak, but Salvatore grabbed the back of my head and glared. “Have I ever lied to you, Huracio?” “Please, Salvatore. Please.” “Have I ever lied to you? Answer me!” His deep voice growled, sounding like an angry beast. “No.” I shook my head. Salvatore is a man of his words. I have never caught him in a lie. “I don't know where Katalina is. But I have clues. If you want those clues, you have to work for them. Tame one of the Alkim's girls, and I will give them to you.”

he said, his voice low and I could not help but notice the mockery in it. He took a few steps forward, moving close to me before he uttered, “Alessandro Conti, son to Salvatore Conti.” Green eyes was Salvatore’s son? Salvatore had mentioned his son at a point, but I had imagined a block of ice and darkness, a younger version of Salvatore. He was nothing like that. So different from his father, from his appearance to his aura. I had a hard time believing the two were related. “You are Salvatore’s son?” I had to ask and he nodded.

The moment his eyes found me, he froze entirely. "It can't be..." "Who are you?" I asked. "I served your father." Something in his voice, the recognition in his eyes, told me this wasn't a stranger reading facts from a file. He knew me. Not from a photograph, not from records or reports. He'd known me as a child. "My name is Salvatore," he said, lowering his weapon slowly. "I served in your father's inner circle for fifteen years. I carried you on my shoulders at your christening."

"You didn’t just walk away, you made sure to drive your blade into my back before leaving." "He was... just b-better than you," Salvatore muttered, letting t out a weak breath, something close to a laugh leaving him. "He's smarter... more ruthless... evil without hav- having to think twice," he struggled weakly. "I saw all that... and knew he'll make the perfect Don." "He will burn everything to the ground," Rico corrected, his veins in his fist throbbing. Salvatore laughed. He laughed hard it followed by a cough. “You’re… still the same,” he said. “Still blind…" Rico’s eyes narrowed slightly. Salvatore coughed, then spoke again, his voice was low but clear enough.