Novel & Cerita Salvatore Rule 34

“Our eyes on the ground spotted Blaine Harrison meeting with Easton Moore’s enforcer. They exchanged a package—seems suspicious.” I raised an eyebrow. “Name?” “Chris Salvatore. The black casanova.” My grip tightened around the phone. Chris. That snake. Betrayer, manipulator, predator. Once a supposed ally, now a monster in the shadows, trafficking girls, laundering money, running his empire of cruelty. And now he was paired with Blaine, a combination I could not ignore. “What about the package?” I demanded. “Still figuring it out,” Carter said. “Likely weaponry and cash, something that can be used to kill, extort, or worse.”

I looked out over the hall, at Rosa still trembling in her chair, at Adriana standing alone with a father's ghost freshly unburied in front of strangers, at Salvatore's shame written plainly across his face for the first time in thirty years. "There is a fourth name in this," Salvatore said quietly, stepping close enough that only Isabella and I could hear him. "One I have never spoken aloud to anyone. Not even you." My chest went cold. "Whose." Salvatore's eyes moved toward the back of the hall, toward a face I had trusted my entire life. "Camilla Marchetti's father," he whispered. "He financed Basile's silence himself."

I had no reason to be. I thought I’d gotten rid of the constant fear that used to plague me in childhood. How wrong I was. Salvatore spawned out of nowhere and was somehow managing to destroy the confidence I’d built over the years. I wasn’t going to let that happen. I would repel him so hard until he understood that nothing was going to happen. No kisses. No sex. And definitely, no lewd stares from him. He could marry Emily for all I care.

Salvatore seethes at the thought of being tied down by marriage, especially a marriage that he had no say in. It was high time all this shit stopped, even though he knew his mother would use his career as bait to get him to agree to her crooked plan, he was prepared to let her know who had the upper hand. It was high time to let every one of them know who they were messing with. Salvatore picked up his suit and pulled out his phone, he dialled Luca's number and waited for a while. The phone stopped ringing and Luca's voice filled his ear. ‘Boss,’ Luca greeted. ‘Do you need me to bring a stress reliever to you?’

Taking a long drag of my cigarette, I let the smoke calm and soothe me, prepare me for the blow I was about to deliver. Soon, I will get to share many more cigarettes with my curious malen'kaya ptitsa. "We shall deal with them according to our code and set of rules. You can fucking leave now." Salvatore stated, gesturing for the door just as Ioann released a small, amused chuckle and rolled his eyes at the older gentleman.

"Don't make me angry, okay?" Still, there was no response, which only fueled Sam's passion and anger even more. "Answer!" Sam demanded, his voice thundering. It was terrifying and caused Beatrice to quickly nod. That made Sam smile with satisfaction, but he still didn't release his grip. There was one more thing he needed to emphasize to Beatrice. "Third rule," Sam said. This time he spoke with commanding eyes. It was not to be questioned, and Beatrice knew that if she violated it, severe punishment would follow. What exactly it was, Beatrice didn't know.

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

In the distance, like a far-off echo, the rain beat against the windows of the world, and between them, the rumble of thunder echoed. Salvatore Al Moro raised his glass of cognac, as if toasting a condemned soul. —Then, if we’re going to destroy the bastard, let’s do it right. Let’s strip him completely. —I already know where to start… His lover, Vanessa. She ran away, didn’t she? —asked Salvatore. —She gave him up. That was the first stab in the back. —Bene. I understand what you want. This time, we won’t kill him. We’ll leave him alive… so he’ll wish he wasn’t.

"You, who the hell are you?" Salvatore couldn't help feeling offended by the fact that these three famous people didn't recognize him. As a powerful Mafia boss, he had always regarded himself highly, and he would have expected other powerful individuals like Mrs Danvers and Erin, to recognize who he was. Rising from his seat, Salvatore approached Mrs Danvers, saying, "I'm Don Salvatore. And I believe you know the reason why my men kidnaped you?"

"Are you sure, Dominic? This is very high risk." "I’m sure," I said. "Set the meeting. Give me the exact location and then stand down. I’ll handle this myself." I hung up and walked over to the safe behind the bookshelf. I put in the code and pulled out a small, dark handgun. I checked the clip and made sure it was full, i tucked the gun in the waistband of my pants. I looked at the notes on my desk one last time, Victor Shaw was the Professor’s associate and a Blackmailer with a white car.