Salvos Novels & Stories

Salvador said, heatedly, shaking kamara's arms vigorously. Silence. Kamara could only continue her fake tears even though the smile of success touched every corners in her heart. She pressed further. "Please answer this question for me. Let's assume you're a girl. Would you save Daisy or not?" She whispered. Salvador allowed this question to wash over her. His heart was heavy. He replied her. "I will without a second thought but you, you are different. We don't even owe you anything abd you don't deserve to share from our pain. If I were a girl, I would help Daisy over and over again with a smile on my face, because that's how much I love and want to protect Daisy bit I can't allow you. You

she wanted to show to srinithi and viola so agreed he shared it to her then he understood it's a girl he asked "are you a girl" salomi nodded her head and removed teddy head dhiren seen a cute girl he said "I thought you're a boy" salomi said "nahh I'm a girl" he said "yeah cute girl im dhiren" salomi said "I'm salomi aka sals" he smiled finally when lift stopped salomi went and changed her dress to uniform she sent pictures to viola and srinithi

She hesitated for a fraction of a second before continuing, "It was Don Salvador." A cold silence filled the space between us. "What?" My voice came out lower, dangerously so, the weight of disbelief sinking into my chest. "If my guess is right, then ‘Dumas’ is just a code name," Sofia continued. "Don Salvador is the mastermind behind all the attacks so far." I went rigid. Blood roared in my ears, a rage unlike any I had ever known coursing through me. Don Salvador? A man so close to my family, someone who had dined at our table, a name spoken with respect and reverence—he was the one behind this?

I looked out the window, observing the people passing by. “So did someone else. Someone skilled enough to cover their traces and buy over some of our allies.” New girl continued. Salvador sighed. “ I'll meet with them. Keep them where I need them.” Salvador muttered. “Prepare an ambush. Those old men don't play fair.” Salvador said relaxing in the seat. “The board members at Aura Corp have a lot to say about your absence.” She said. Aura Corp? Did Salvador own a company? I glanced at his relaxed expression and looked back out the window.

Manzella reminded him. Giuliano chuckled evilly. "That's if they know who did it... I have a plan, Manzella, but it's still yet a plan...still cooking. They won't know what hit them until it's too late," He took a drag from his cigar again, and exhaled rings of smoke. "You know, I once fancied his mother, yeah, the Mafusia?" He smiled lecherously. "But Salvatore stole her from me. That sly fox with all his charms.”

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

He then walked to my side. Meanwhile, Dylan took the seat next to Harper. Harper, who was usually blunt, faltered for a second. I saw her blush. I suspected that Harper was thinking the same thing. I calmed my frantic beating heart and tried to explain myself. “We are no longer with Murray and Craig—” But I stopped mid-sentence as Anthony and Elena Luciano entered the banquet hall. As the Don and Donna, their presence was formidable. Leopold smiled and gently brushed aside a stray hair at my temple.

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.

And, like always, he’s shirtless again. Salvador, and like always, a cigarette in his lips. He is easily in the realm of 6’1, onyx of gold for eyes…he is shirtless again. That black serpent of a tattoo is across his back again. Such bulging arms—they look like they could crush walls. Then his chest, it looks as hard as a black rock. For what reason do the abs on his stomach look so strict. They look like they ache, painfully tight and fortunately, they lead into a v-line that would mean his—

Break the line of people complaining, preventing them from running into me, and see the security look at me suspiciously. "To the end of the line, sir!" "I came to pick up my brother, he’s giving work in there" lies easily, and he scratches his beard, thoughtful. "I’m Valentin Salvatore and I can..." "The owner of LDrinks? Why didn’t you say something before? I love your drinks, man. Come on, get in!"