Salvatore Rule 34 Novels & Stories

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.

Neo POV Sitting in the dim light of my room, the only glow came from my laptop screen, flickering images of discipline and control from a site not known to the softer souls of our world. "Reform and Remold," the website promised, a place for werewolf alphas to send their wayward sisters, daughters, and female pack members to learn obedience, far from the forgiving eyes of their families. The camp, masked as a reformatory institute, was nothing short of a prison, its programs designed not to nurture but to break.

I wasn’t supposed to be weak. A sudden noise snapped me out of it—the door again. Salvatore stepped in alone this time, holding a folder. He glanced at me like I was some sort of specimen. “We’re going to be sending a message soon,” he said, flipping open the folder. “A photo. Maybe a little blood. Something to get Alessio’s attention.” I spat at the ground near his polished shoes. “You’re a coward.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “And you’re an asset.”

“Not to mention but he's only interested in you.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Me?” Guila’s gaze softened. “After the shit that happened between you both, he has been distant from women” She leaned forward. “Salvatore has turned down every other woman who dared get close since you two separated. He rejected models, actresses, and daughters of powerful men.” I felt heat rush to my face. “That doesn’t mean anything. He’s professional.” Guila arched a brow. “Professional men do not carry backup gowns because they suspect sabotage months in advance. Professional men do not kneel to encourage a woman. Professional men do not look at a woman the way they look at you when they think no one no

The clubhouse door slammed open. Salvatore Ricci strode in, chest heaving like he’d driven straight from Kansas City without stopping. His eyes swept the room, landing on Kat first, then the screens. “What did you find?” he demanded. Kat stepped aside, letting him see the truth glowing on the monitors. Cormac’s real birth record. Siobhan’s hidden delivery. Maeve’s adoption paperwork. Salvatore’s jaw clenched, his voice dropping into something cold and lethal. “Start talking.”

I commented. Eun-woo ignored me as he continued, “Rule 4: Don’t approach me just because you wanted to; Rule 3: Don’t try to talk to me if it’s not something educational-related; Rule 2: Don’t act as you know me personally; And most importantly, Rule 1: Never let anyone we’re step-siblings no matter what.” “Whoa… look who’s talking,” I mocked him. “Aren’t you the one doing as you pleased between the two of us?”

Determined I gripped his collar and smashed my lips on his but before that, a strong commanding voice, broke all my courage for the night. "Touch her and I promise that she would be the last girl, you will ever touch." Why? Why do things like this only happen to me? I groaned inwardly. But didn't dare to turn towards the owner of the voice, which we all know belongs to the devil himself. R.I.P Tiara Williams. ********************************************************* Hey, guys here is the 6th chapter of savour. Sorry for the late update. But I hope you loved the chapter. Don't forget to vote comment and share. Love you guys.

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

Victor added, “we can control a meeting...” “And if she refuses?” Luca asked as he raised a brow in anticipation. “She knows what's good for her. She won't." I assured almost immediately. The plan was set. No killing… yet. No assumptions. Just information. It took our guy forty minutes to bypass the state bar's private registry, but he pulled her personal cell number from an old encrypted case file. One found, he immediately sent it to me without a word. Then I called. “Miss Havan,” I said, soon as the line connected. There were echoes of water running on her end. “We need to talk,” I said calmly. The water suddenly stopped. “About what?” she asked. “And who is this?”

“You think I can just walk up to him and pretend to care?” “You don’t need to care,” Salvatore replied. “You need to survive long enough to ruin him. The words settled heavily inside me... ruined him. My gaze lingered on Draco’s face again despite myself. I remembered the exact way he looked beneath the flashing police lights outside the cathedral earlier. Completely calm and untouched, like death meant nothing to him. He was a monster but monsters still bled, didn’t they? Salvatore stepped toward the monitors and pressed several keys against the console. New files immediately appeared across the screens... financial records, political connections, surveillance reports, photographs of luxury