Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

"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?"

I was only jobless. After spending some time in the shower, I wrapped myself with a towel, excited to finally go to bed after putting Enzo to sleep a while ago. Salvatore wasn't back yet, he did tell me he would stay out late. Since the attack, I easily panicked and worried a lot. So Salvatore promised to always call if he was going to stay out late. It was when I stepped out of the bathroom that I was Salvatore sitting on my bed typing away on his phone

He said with what I thought was real concern from Ludo. "Someone ratted, the police are all over the place." I continued my charade, pulling my chair back and buttoning up. "Oh." He said sheepishly. no man in the mafia wanted police trouble. That got him off my back fast. "Gentlemen, enjoy the meal." I said and Ludo raised his glass and his men came to join him and a sour looking Kate on the dining table. As soon as we stepped outside the restaurant, I noticed that the chef and his team were having a smoke against the brick wall.

Getting my woman back depended on the success of I and Mayor's discussion. I stood in the dimly lit room of Mayor's base, his men surrounding me with their hands on their weapons, ready to strike at any slightest provocation. My heart pounded with adrenaline as I thought of how every minute was passing by and Taylor was with those bastards. "Hello, Mayor. Or should I call you, Thompson Volkov." "What brings you here, Diego Salvatore?" Thompson asked. "Simple, I'm here to kill you."

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.

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!"

I’m staring at the photo on the screen. I would be lying if I said he didn’t cross my mind in the past month but I started to forget what he looked like. Now the memories flood back in. His face is unsmiling here but he still looks handsome. I read the news crawl. He’s Diego Santoro, millionaire businessman. I’ve heard that name before, wealthy beyond imagination and rumored to be part of the mafia. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

"No. He thought she left him because Antonio threatened her. Carlo was devastated, and he tried to find her, but Antonio made sure that didn't happen." I flipped through more documents: There were surveillance photos of my mother with Carlo, FBI case files with large portions redacted, and a picture of a man I assumed was Michael Sutherland; a man whose eyes looked eerily similar to mine. "How do you know all of this?" I suddenly demanded. Salvatore hesitated at first, then he reached for his wallet. He pulled out an ID card and slid it across the table. FBI Special Agent Robert Stefano, it read. "Because I'm just like her," he said quietly. "I've been undercover with the Romanos for twenty

Said it made me smell like a burnt campfire and taste like regret. She wasn’t wrong. The click of approaching shoes pulled me from the haze. “Mr De Vito.” The voice was smooth, familiar. I didn’t even have to turn to know who it was. “Mr Salvatore,” I said, exhaling slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on the parking lot lights beyond the curb. “What are you doing here?” “I could ask you the same thing,” he said, coming to stand beside me. His suit was sharp, dark as oil, and his expression unreadable. “Rough night?”

“Dinner out here. On the balcony. It’s better company than the walls. The night is cold, and it is only a matter of time before winter hits. And normally, that might call for no more dinner in the balcony if it is snowing. I wouldn’t mind, but I am not the one who puts the rules in this place.” “At this point, I believe that you do.” He said, making me smile. For a second, I thought he might refuse, Dominic Salvatore, the Alpha who dined behind closed doors, at a table filled with silverware that he most likely didn’t even bother using… not under the stars. But then something in his face softened, almost too subtle to catch. “Dinner on the balcony,” he repeated. “You drive a hard bargain.” “