Stefan Salvatore 1864 Novels & Stories

The driver’s door opened. A tall, powerful figure stepped out, framed by the headlights like a silhouette carved from shadow and authority. When he spoke, his deep, steady voice carried a mix of urgency and something she had never heard from him before—concern. “Mrs. Salvatore?” Elena’s breath caught in her throat. She blinked hard, barely believing her eyes. Standing before her was Sir Donald Salvatore—Damien’s uncle, the youngest brother of Damien’s late father, and the man who ruled the southern branch of the Salvatore empire with absolute dominance.

Salvatore Romano was a man of many talents and even more expertise. Efficient, punctual, quick-witted, loyal, and trustworthy. His father worked for Arcangelo's father, but never obtained the position which Salvatore did. And now, Salvatore worked for Arcangelo. He joined the Mafia when he was 23, and now being 35, he had been a part of the Regnante household for 12 years.

I asked and saw him with his head bowed, he nodded. “Who dares?” I asked again as I dropped my legs from the table before me. Matteo remained mute. Is this guy testing my patience? I pulled out my gun from my belt, and pointed it at him. “I'll blow your fucking brain off!” “Don… don…” he stuttered, “Who the hell seized Don Salvatore's Shipment here in Sicily?!?” I yelled and saw him fall to his knees, “We don't know, Don, but my men—” I didn't wait for him to complete his damn statement before pulling the trigger.

Isabella stood beside me, exhaustion and resolve mixing in equal measure across her features after the long drive back from the Marchetti estate, and I found myself grateful, in a quiet and constant way, that she had chosen to stand exactly there, beside me, rather than anywhere else in the world tonight. Salvatore climbed the platform steps without hesitation this time, no tremor in his hands, no pause for courage he had already summoned once before. "Eighteen months ago you buried my brother," he said to the gathered household, "and you trusted his son to lead you honestly into whatever came next. I owe you honesty in return, even this late, even this painfully."

"May I?" "Yeah, yeah, sure, of course," Serafina waved dismissively, swiveling in her chair to be facing him as he settled on the edge. "Well, our Salv is your Salvi's namesake," "Namesake?" "Salvatore Emilio Regnante was named after Salvatore Achille Romano," He sighed with a rueful smile. "He was honestly the best."

he commanded, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. Stephan froze, clearly not daring to defy him. I hesitated for a moment but decided to hold back as well. Don Salvatore looked between us, taking a long drag from his cigarette. Then, with an almost exaggerated sigh, he turned to me. “Miss,” he began, his tone oily, “I apologize on behalf of my men for what happened. Truly, I do. But if Stephan here says he had no other choice, then he didn’t. Sometimes… sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.”

Jason soon returned with a priest. “Start the ceremony,” Lorenzo said. The priest hesitated, then began. Lucia felt a tight knot in her stomach because Lorenzo's hands were around her waist as she leaned on him like a child. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Lorenzo signed the document. Lucia leaned forward, wincing. Something caught her eyes, his full name. Lorenzo Salvatore. Her stomach dropped. “You’re a Salvatore?” “Yes I am.” “As in the mafia?”

I saw the quality of his fabric and the jewelry he wore, so I knew that he was most likely high born. “Why would I know who you are?”, I smirked after searching him thoroughly with my eyes. I stared at him with warning eyes as he looked at me like he was going to charge towards me. I watched him calm himself down gently before he finally addressed me again. “I am Stefan. Formerly Alpha Stefan”, he said. After the words had left his mouth, I noticed that he had assumed a definitive stance, which was comical to me. “I still don't know who you are”, I said, as a matter of fact.

“I’ll take back control of Vegas. If only Harold was alive to witness this moment, he'd known it was foolish going against my order and keeping you bastards alive,” “The only bastard was the useless mutt I sent a bullet to his head,” Lorenzo's face was a mask of fury. He was talking about Viktor. I still couldn't believe they were stepbrothers. “And I'll make sure to keep you alive and watch how I'll tear apart Dario and Savio. I rip out their organs, and you'll watch me feed it to them,” Salvatore stood up from his chair, and I suddenly felt sick. Bile turned in my stomach, rising to my throat. “No, I think I have a better idea. I'll make you do it, just exactly how you ripped out your moth

Richard responded getting up from the dining too “And the girl?” “Her father is a Mr. Graciano, but he isn’t in Spain, he’s in Italy, her mother is dead, there’s not much to their name” “It’s that simple?” Richard asked “Yes” “Which only means there’s more” he muttered then dismissed Salvatore Salvatore left to his private bunker, he got a text and smiled replying back to it, he cleaned his home and cooked a meal, and around 2PM, he heard a knock on the door.