Romans & histoires Stefan Salvatore Damon Salvatore

Stefano and Damien were having wine and smoking cigars, while Siena remained silent most of the time listening to their talk. “Damien is such a nice guy, isn’t he, Siena?” suddenly Stefano got her attention. “He willingly does anything for you, including traveling all the way here from Los Angeles.” Siena felt as if Stefano was trying to tell her about something else. Her eyes glued on his face, waiting patiently to hear what her father was about to say. “If Damien didn’t really care for you, he would not do the whole thing. He is also a very successful lawyer, a respectable and responsible man.”

Might as well have him wipe it with a napkin instead of using the back of his hand. Both men frowned at me before seeing me pull out two napkins to hand to Dante before throwing inside the car. He looked at them for a second before taking them from me and wiping his nose again. “Eva D’Angelo” I said, extending my hand for him to shake, letting him know that I meant them no harm “daughter of Beta, or in other words, ex beta, Mattia D’Angelo and Gabriella D’Angelo. Keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, and as a relation to you, I believe that I am brother’s mate…”

"Yeah, I am. Damien assured me that the movie crap isn't him and he doesn't run around killing people. So, yeah, I'm okay with it. I may have to take a vacation after this, but I'm okay with it." He was getting more comfortable around the two and he relaxed more into the chair. He finished his coffee before it got cold. He was sitting there thinking about his conversation with Damien and that he spoke Latin. Roman Latin to be specific, according to Damien himself. Did that make him a priest before he was changed? Latin? Why was that sticking in his head? OH YEAH! Now I remember! My brother had a t-shirt and the school suspended him for it. Mom and Dad would never tell me what it said. What w

he avoids my eyes and stands up, ready to leave, I don't follow him. Because I am Stefano Valentino. Until now I was asking him questions like a brother but seems like it's time he is reminded that who he is talking to. I am Stefan I Valentine. Not only his brother but his boss as well. The head of the Italian family. And the don of the Italian mafia. "Your boss asked a question. If the boss asks you questions, you should answer them before he uses his ways to get that answer out of you." my voice stilled Luciano at his place.

He scoffed. "Wow... You don't even know my name??" He asked. "Why should I bother??" I asked back. "I don't like the title... Don't bother just call me by my name." He said. "Which is?" "Damian Black." I almost spat out the food that was in my mouth. "The Damian Black?? Then that means..." "That's right. I'm the owner of Black and Co designers." He said smugly. What the hell?!?!?!

I grumbled as I rose from my seat and made my way to the parlor. I opened the door to see two men dressed in slacks and buttoned shirts. One man had a chain around his neck and at the end of the chain hung a badge. The other man wore his badge at his waist. Great. Cops. “what can I do for you, Detective?” I questioned in annoyance. “Miss Bella Salvatore, I am Detective Cage, and my Partner Detective Anderson, would you mind answering a few questions?” One of the detectives spoke as he flashed his badge.

“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

Damon pauses for a bit and what seems to be a smile appears on his face. Raven didn’t know how to reply to what Damon had asked her so she kept quiet. “I have a proposal for you,” Damon adds “I don’t do married man,” Raven quickly says Damon looks at Raven with a smirk on his face. “I’m not married,” he says. Raven didn’t know she was holding her breath when she heaved a heavy sigh. A part of her was relieved that the good-looking man beside her was not married but that did not mean he was single.

And then Salvatore De Luca stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of his suit with casual malice, like he owned the fucking ground he stood on. The late evening sun caught the edge of his smile, sharp, poisonous. I hated him. I hated his guts. I hadn’t seen him since our fight and he seemed to have cleaned up nicely. I felt an old, cold rage settling over me, wrapping around my spine like armor. Salvatore wasn’t just after turf. He was after her. I stepped forward into the dying light, letting him see exactly how unimpressed I was. Salvatore spread his hands wide, mock-friendly. “Don Moretti,” he called out, voice smooth as oil. “Always a pleasure.”