Salvos Novels & Stories

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."

He covered me with a blanket, kissed my forehead, and pulled out his phone. “Marco is safe,” he said, his voice muffled as he spoke to his men. “We got him out. Take Elias to the compound. He's going to disappear.” He hung up and walked back to me. He knelt in front of the sofa, taking my hands in his. “It's over,” he said softly. “The Scorpions are gone. Elias is gone. We are safe.” I looked at him, at the blood on his face, at the exhaustion in his eyes.

I ran to the nightstand like an excited little girl who's crush texted her for the first time and opened my messages. You've used 80% of your data I sighed disappointedly. All of a sudden I received another message, a smile finding itself on my face as I opened it up The Domino's 50% off pizza deal! Spend $30 or more and get 50% off! Just use code SAVEBIG2. I was so naive, why did I think he would text me anyway. I jumped on the bed into a lying position, frustratedly. I frowned when I heard screeching from below. I quickly jumped off and checked to see if Estella was okay. I totally forgot she was there. I looked underneath and found her giggling quietly.

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.

"There's a knife behind you, Lorenzo. Someone very close." There is a mole in Valenti. Who could it be? Someone close to me or someone from my past? I looked at Salvo. It can't be him. He barely survived the attack that took my father's life. And he knows nothing about my current operations. I bit my bottom lip, tasting blood. "Thank you. I know I can always count on you." To the world, Salvo is dead. Only I know he is alive. "Anytime, son." He handed me a keycard. "Stay here tonight. They are good friends of mine. You'll be safe."

He looks like he can bench press Luthor, easily. He looks intimidating but then he smiles and it seems to genuine and warm, his soft blue eyes crinkle around the edges telling me likes to laugh and smile a lot. “Your highness, it is such an honour to be your guide here today” he says, giving a low bow and then taking my hand and kissing the back of it. I look at his crooked nose and wonder how many times it’s been broken to look like that. “I am Brody Morgan, the head of the Rotan Prison guards and anything you need please just ask.” he tells me giving me another slight bow. This makes me giggle for some reason. To be fair, its been months and a lot of this formal behaviour still feels ridic

Gianna assured, “and in very manageable ways. It could be as simple for her as taking an iron supplement every morning before she goes to school—one pill or chewable gummy. And then she’d be back to her normal self.” With a wheeze Sal doubled forward unexpectedly and braced his hands on his knees, breathing deeply. Gianna put a solid hand between Sal’s shoulder blades. “Your sister is going to be okay, Sal.” “Salvador Cartel.” “What?”. “My name,” Sal said, straightening back up with obvious wetness in his eyes. “It’s Salvador Cartel.” A smile fought its way onto Gianna’s face. “Careful. The more time I spend around your gang, the more I find out your secret identities.”

“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.”

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

him. "He thinks he can take it back," I muttered, staring at my reflection. My eyes looked wide, the pupils blown out. "He thinks he can expose the Sunder-Link." I grabbed my burner phone from the nightstand. I needed to know who the real Red Savior was. If I could find the official name on the Tithe registry, I could prove John was a fraud before he even opened his mouth. I’d make him look like a liar on top of everything else. I typed a message to my contact in Officer Miller’s office: Find the name on the Sacrificial Contract. Now. I don’t care who you have to bribe.