Stefan Salvatore 1864 Novels & Stories

It was rumoured that he destroyed a whole ship pavement only with a single flick of wires. "Mr Morris..." Samuel shook hands with him as Micah motioned for them to sit on the couch. "Mr Salvatore will be here in-" "Samuel! Where's that friend of yours?" Samuel jumped as a voice thundered in the whole room. Silvio took long and confident strides as Dante followed behind him. Samuel was still unsure how Silvio agree to help them. "Mr Salvatore," Samuel greeted as Olivia looked at the tall and muscular man in awe. She had never seen this beautiful and dangerous man at the same time. She didn't know whether looking at him was making her sweat or the dangerous aura that he surrounded her was.

Salvatore was not really in the mindset to meet with the Cursovie's or the Alpino gang. He just wanted to be home with his family. It was already late. Celena, as can be expected, was trying to fall all over him that in the end, in front of all the 24 gangs Salvatore pushed her to the ground and said "That's the last time you are touching me without my permission and with permission, you don't stand a chance ever. Stop pawing me you whore," said Salvatore humiliating her and turning.

The sick feeling in my gut prevailing…again. To find a reasonable person in the Mafia world was akin to searching for a pin in a mountain of hay. There is no chance. The rumors about Salvador were worse than that of Dante. Salvador killed his brother, Mateo in order to become the Don of the underworld. He was also rumoured to eat the flesh of his victims and rivals. Some said he was asexual with little to no dealings with women nor men others said he was gay. Why don't I meet normal people?

Salvatore “Thank you so much for showing up here tonight, I look forward to creating something meaningful with y'all,” I lifted my glass up and everyone lifted their glasses up too and took a sip. The crowd dispersed, ready to mingle with others. As usual, such a party gives room to make new connections and rekindle old ones. Stefano and Vittorrio were already waiting for me by the time I left the stage. Vittorrio shook hands with me while Stefano gave me a side hug

Salvatore has two sons Lorenzo who is here and Marcial De Luca who is younger and stationed in Brazil. The firstborn son of Salvatore. He must be around thirty based on the subtle beard on his jawline. He must have forgotten to shave this morning. He is the heir of the De Luca empire. He shut the door behind him himself. The click echoed too loudly in the room. "So," he said, in a rough accented, and unapologetically rude voice. His eyes menacingly looked down on me. "You're the girl." He scanned me from the tip of my head down to my toes which made my stomach churn. I felt like the room was suddenly on fire.

Salvatore had taken a grazing bullet to the shoulder while shielding me. "Estella! Don't shut me out! You're mine!" Giovanni screamed as he emptied his magazine in a frenzy. Just as he reached to reload, two gunshots rang out. The first knocked the magazine from Giovanni's hand, and the second destroyed the barrel of his gun. It was Salvatore who pulled the trigger. Before he was sidelined by injuries from a past ambush, he had been Uncle Michael's most capable son. His aim was unmatched throughout Velmont's underworld. He didn't want the wedding to descend into a full-blown scandal with brothers pulling guns on each other. That was why his first two shots were meant to disarm. But if Giovan

Walking away from her after saving her from the creep at the bar… Because I knew that no good could come out of me intruding in her life. I was Lorenzo Salvatore. The thirty-two year old Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. And tonight… I let my guard down. I allowed a woman who I never met before, to possess me, rock my world in ways that I never imagined before. She was so different from other women. So different to what I’d had before. I was just about to leave the club with my friend Ricky, but when I walked past the staircase, I’d heard screaming. And it was no mistaking that they were Amber’s screams.

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!"

"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?"

By the time I arrived at the pier, the sun was above the Thames, blanketing the entire place with heat. Salvatore was already there, leaning against the railing, smoke curling from his cigarette. He looked deceptively ordinary in his tailored suit despite being the heir to the Donati dynasty. "Vin," he greeted me, not bothering to extinguish his cigarette. "Quite the show your Kingwicke girl gave us this morning.” I kept my expression neutral. "Not as much as your man Rodriguez did." I said sarcastically “He gave a damn good show” Salvatore scoffed, flicking ash into the water. "I'm only doing what I was paid to do."