Salvatore Rule 34 Novels & Stories

Salvatore. I pushed the thought away immediately, he’s bounded by Omertà. He has been with me for years, through blood, through Diego. He wouldn’t, it can’t be one of the men. Salvatore Bianchi, Mikhail Reznikov, Kaia Morelo and Veleno Caruso were sworn to Omertà, they have already earned their place in blood. My phone buzzed suddenly, it was an unknown number. Private and untraceable. The room went silent, I answered without hesitation.

He reached out, his long finger lightly tapping against the center of the third page. "Rule Number Four: No deliberate sabotage. Neither of us is permitted to intentionally damage the other's reputation, business, or personal standing. Furthermore, neither party is allowed to publicly reject or disavow this relationship while the agreement remains active. You cannot run to the press declaring a separation six months from now because you find my home too quiet or my schedule too demanding." "And if I break one of these rules?" I asked, looking up to meet his intense gaze. "If I trip over my words in front of a reporter, or if I panic and want out?"

Salvatore stood to greet us. “Nathan, what a sight for sore eyes,” he expressed and held out his hand to shake mine. “Salvatore, great to see you again,” I said, shaking his hand. “Well, well. Who do we have here?” Salvatore smiled, looking over at Amelie. “Hi, Mr. Aventini,” Amelie spoke. “My name is Amelie. I’m Dr. Michaels's student assistant.” “Ciao, Bella,” Salvatore said as he took Amelie’s hand and kissed it. I wasn’t happy with Salvatore’s lips on her, but I wasn’t going to piss off the head of one of the most powerful mafias in New York City.

“The Blackwood Academy—a place where elites connect to elites, and the rich get richer.” ♣️ ETHAN “You mean Salvatore beat you to a pulp because of such a crazy request?” Dre burst out angrily. “I knew we were selling our lives off to that bastard the moment he started manipulating us.” “See what he did to you,” he continued. “I’m sure Vincent sees nothing wrong with it because he has sworn his life to Salvador!” “Okay,” I said, finally controlling my anger. “What do you intend to do?”

He pulled it out and frowned at the screen. "Unknown number." He answered it anyway. "Hello?" His face went white. Dante was on his feet immediately. "Who is this?" Luca demanded into the phone. Then: "No. You're lying. He's in prison." Dante took the phone from him. "Who is this?" "Dante Salvatore." The voice was unfamiliar, male, with a heavy accent. "My name is Sergei Kozlov. Viktor's brother. We need to talk about returning what you stole from him."

“It allows all vampires, by law, to tell only their human families our secrets, and there is a process. To prevent slip-ups, we safeguard the minds of the humans with compulsion. That way nothing can—slip after one too many glasses of wine or out of spite. If a human leaves the family, we erase certain memories. Salvay’s threat violates this law.” “A simultaneous attack then?” Anabella asked. The woman was itching for a fight anywhere she could find it. “Yes, that would be wise,” Vescovi agreed. Both homes gave up little of consequence as to the whereabouts and actions of their owners. In Salvay’s house, they found the underground room where Sven recuperated. Trashed with claw marks in the w

"That's why I love having you here with me. You bring a different energy to everything." I smiled at him, feeling my heart swell with affection for this man. I leaned in for a kiss, and we were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in," Liam called out, and his assistant, Rachel, walked in. "Mr. Salvatore, your 10 o'clock is here," she said, glancing over at me. Liam sighed, looking disappointed. "Alright, send him in." I stood up and walked over to the couch, taking a seat as a tall, handsome man walked in. He had short brown hair and piercing blue eyes, and I could tell he was confident and in control.

"But you're not dead yet. That's going to take a little while longer." Salvatore's eyes gleamed towards me as he started to walk towards me with sadistic pleasure. He reached me and trailed his hands on my face, pulling me close to him. "You know, Don, I can make all of my men sleep with her, right in front of you," Don's eyes widened in horror, his battered face twisted in pain. Salvatore knew the only way to make Don react and that way was using me. "Leave her alone, Salvatore," he whispered weakly, his voice barely audible.

"You feel it too. The way you stay right here. The way you didn't pull away when I touched you in the car last time. You hate it, but you want it." I swallowed hard, unable to deny what he was saying. "I hate how right you are. I should be figuring out how to run. Instead I'm here, letting you hold me like this while they talk about us like we're some twisted story." Salvatore's fingers pressed into my hip. "It is twisted. I took you. I should still want revenge. But every time another man gets close, I want to end him. You did that to me. You and that damn ring you keep."

“You think I didn’t try? My pack was starving, my land burned. You think I wanted to sell my daughter like some bargaining chip? Do you really believe that anyone would want to do this, Alpha? To his own child?” “Want has nothing to do with it,” I said evenly. “An Alpha protects what’s his. You failed to protect her. Instead, you threw her in the flames and chose to come after others have seen her burn.” He took a step forward, rage cutting through his grief. “Careful, Salvatore. You speak of things you don’t understand. And you crossing boundaries that you should not.” I met his gaze without flinching. “I understand enough. And judging by the factors in front of me, it is you who crossed yo