Salvatore Rule 34 Novels & Stories

And somehow, she had convinced Salvatore—cold, calculating, impotent Salvatore—to help her make that lie reality. I leaned back in my chair, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. The irony was almost beautiful. Salvatore Venturi, the man who hadn't achieved an erection in thirteen years, was supposed to father a child that would be passed off as his dying brother's heir. My contacts in Manhattan had been thorough in their research. They had confirmed what the underground had whispered for years—Salvatore's complete inability to perform sexually. The trauma from thirteen years ago had left him damaged in ways that no amount of money or power could fix.

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.

“We have rules. A code. Honour. Taking your innocent wife and child… that is not honourable. My people will not trust me when they hear that I have allowed such a thing.” That I can believe. Salvatore is like me. Our chaos has boundaries, and we do not cross them. “I will make sure they stay safe. Thank you, Salvatore.” “I want a favour in return. It is why I told you.” I know what he wants. “You want your brother gone.” “Yes.” “Consider it done,” I say and start turn away from him. “Now. If you’ll excuse me - it’s rude to leave my bride alone on her wedding day.”

That is what interesting means. "So," Salvatore says, folding his hands again. "Let me adjust the terms slightly. You will share information about Dante with me. His movements, his meetings, his alliances, his plans. You will do this consistently and accurately for as long as I need it." He glances at the photograph. "And this stays in my drawer. And Antonio Ricci continues to exist in the world without anyone's attention being drawn to his particular relationship with the Valentino heir." The study is very quiet.

“He always gets what he wants.” The elevator doors closed on her smile. I stood there, file still in my hand, rage boiling under my skin. Salvatore. A human who thought money could buy anything—even secrets he had no business knowing. This wasn’t just business. This was a threat.

“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.”

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.

For my Rednote plans to work out, I might need his corporation too. The reason Salvatore has been tenaciously chasing Adore is because Adore has access to some secret files that were stolen from the FBI. These files exposed some espionage dealings Salvatore was involved in back in the army. If this file leaks, Salvatore will be completely destroyed. While I am hoping never to need this file before sorting everything out, having it at arm’s reach will make me feel more confident. If everything fails, This file can come to play.

“Do not play games with me. You will give me answers. Or your empire burns—from north to south. Forty-eight hours. You get her name cleared, or I destroy everything you have ever built.” A small laugh escaped him. “Forty-eight hours?” “Yes. Forty-eight hours,” I repeated. My men shifted, silent and ready. The room felt alive, like a beast waiting to pounce. Salvatore’s smirk widened. Then he said something that froze the blood in my veins. “Do you remember the Domingos?” I blinked. The name was like a bomb detonating in my mind. “What do you mean?” I asked cautiously. “They returned,” Salvatore said smoothly. “Empowered, funded, and seeking revenge. I aligned with them.”

“You all know why I have called you here, there is a rather treacherous female vampire that has caused quite a stir for us all. Though the question remains, has she done enough to warrant war?” “We know that you mean Elizabeth Phantomhive, she has been a problem for many years, my prince. Why is it now that you wish to strike?” Came an unfamiliar thick Italian accent, though form the way he spoke, I guessed it to be Ezio’s father, Luka Caprotti. “And why is her brother present?” “Agreed, he should be in the dungeons, NOT our meeting.” Growled a female voice, though I couldn’t concentrate on that; something more pressing was eating away at me. “Or better yet, let me render him nothing but a p