Stefan Salvatore 1864 Novels & Stories

BREAKING NEWS: “AT AROUND 6PM TODAY SATURDAY, IT WAS REPORTED THAT FOUR CARS UNDER THE REGISTERED NAME OF DAVID SALVATORE, THE BILLIONAIRE, WAS ATTACKED BY SOME GUNNED MEN. THERE WERE FIVE CASUALTIES AND ONE DEATH. DAVID SALVATORE WAS REPORTEDLY NOT IN ANY OF THE VEHICLES BUT THE PERSON WHO WAS SAID TO HAVE BEEN SHUT DEAD WAS HIS FIANCÉE AND CEO OF QUICKFASHION, HANAN STEPHANIE QUICK. RIGHT ON THE SCREEN IS A CCTV FOOTAGE OF ALL THAT HAPPENED”

If I weren’t, I’d have already slit his gut open, dragged his intestines out, and watched as he tried to shove them back in. “Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, rubbing my temple. “Mr. Agostino Salvatore. The great ex-Russian mafia leader.” My lip curled in a sneer. “What a fucking honor.” I heard the slow, deliberate tap of his cane against the ground as he stepped forward. From my peripheral vision, I caught the way his aged fingers tightened around the handle, knuckles whitening. His gaze lifted toward the night sky, as if he were pondering something far greater than the two of us.

I mean, who could be so cruel? “I swear if I find the one, I’ll crush his soul,” Sara said. Nabi joined as well, “I think, it’s better for us to not get involved in anything like it.” After much silence, Steve said, “This might trouble Gloria but I feel like it’s work done by the men of Salvatore.” Everyone nodded at his comment. “Who is Salvatore?” I asked. “Zohan Salvatore, the king of Carnival,” Steve said and that’s when it clicked with me.

"Tell him the​ Wolf is back. And tell h​im the sheep is dead." Ten minutes later, Don Salvatore shuffled i⁠nto t‍he courtya‍rd in his dress⁠ing gow⁠n and​ slippers. He looked at Lo‌renz‍o. He looked at the blood‍ on the ground‍. He‍ smiled. A terri‍fyi​ng⁠,⁠ toothle​ss smile. "You look like a butcher, boy," S‍alva⁠tore‍ ca‌ckled.

Spade shoved his hands in his pocket as he looked at Salvatore, narrowing his eyes at the man. "I'm going to ask you only once Salvatore, and in your own best interest, I suggest you tell me the truth, if you don't, he's going to do with you whatever he wants until you talk, Where is Sullivan"? Spade said, gesturing to Stefano who had an evil lopsided grin on his face, and his eyes looked deadly "Go fuck yourself Spade" Salvatore spat out, Spade shrugged before he turned to look at Stefano, he nodded discreetly and the man already knew what he would do as he advanced towards Salvatore.

“Rule #12: No red pens are allowed in Mr. Salvatore’s vicinity. He finds the color aggressive and unnecessarily judgmental.” I stared at that line for a good ten seconds. “Rule #17: Mr Salvatore hates the smell of peaches ,so anything with peaches should not be brought near him he is also allergic to peanuts and should not be given anything with it in it” “Rule #20: Background music must be pre-set to Mozart’s Requiem at precisely 20% volume on high-stress days. You’ll know it’s a high-stress day if Mr. Salvatore enters the building without speaking.”

Lucien said, his voice deep and calm while he didn't even blink, his hand resting firmly on the back of my shoulder to keep me balanced as the yacht lurched again in the swell. "You really think you can just walk away from this and go back to writing stories for your clients, but you’re both already marked by the commission and you’ll never find a place in this world where you can hide from the people I work for," Salvatore shouted, and he tried to lung toward the cabin door as if he could still reach his hidden weapon, but he was too slow and his legs were failing him after the long, brutal night.

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."

“Back then, Salvatore was sold to Massimo by his father. Massimo was a pimp and a drug peddler. As Massimo's boy, he was getting pimped out. When Salvatore was 12, Massimo went to jail for five years, enabling Salvatore to escape. When Massimo came back, he went to look for him and forcefully brought him back. Massimo then castrated him, and turned him into a full time prostitute. It was around that time that my parents died. I was too young and didn't know what was going on. After our parents died, we moved to the orphanage close to our neighborhood. Later, Salvatore was able to run away again. This time, he joined the army and Massimo couldn't touch him again. “ I slowly grabbed the martin

According to the news report, the severed head was discovered at the foot of the altar, and the lone stiff body was found beside the offering box. So, to pay his respect, he had driven Salvatore to Rome. Salvatore stood before the altar, his head bowed. That position caused Adler some discomfort, reminding him that he was his friend first and his boss second, and nothing could change that. Salvatore abruptly turned and began stomping towards the exit, brushing past Adler, who had anticipated the action. He quickly thrust his hand out and grabbed his wrist. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" "What we should have done a long time ago,"