Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

His aura, his dark eyes, his imposing stance. This man must be Dante Salvatore. Tall, perfectly dressed in a black suit that probably cost enough to feed all the children in the north. Dark hair styled back from his face, a carefully groomed beard - mustache and goatee that gave him the look of an old-world prince turned devil. The thin scar running from his ear to his chin cut through the edge of the beard, making him look even more dangerous. The drunk man—Mr. Armani—raised his hands in surrender. "I didn't know, Salvatore. I swear, I didn't know she was yours—"

The words hit like cold water. “Great.” I roll my eyes. “That sounds totally normal. Nothing to worry about. My fiancé’s just starving for another woman.” Salvatore scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Dante hasn’t gone to see her after the first few times,” he adds quickly, like that’s supposed to calm me. “And he’s got the self-control of a… rock. Or something harder. Very solid.” He nods, trying way too hard to make me smile.

He wasn't going to risk his brother's safety so he prepared himself to say the one line he was dreading. "I-uh" Tyberias stuttered, unsure if he could go through with it. He saw someone at the back stand up, catching his attention. His eyes widened as he saw Juliana with watery eyes "Mr Romano?" The annoying priest egged on. "I-I do" Tyberias muttered. His heart broke as he saw Juliana give him a sad smile before walking out. He looked at the front row to see Aleksei grinning widely at the thought of his daughter marrying one of the most powerful mafia leaders.

"Hmm. " " I miss my brother." " I miss my brother too and he wouldn't like me keeping the fact that I've been alive for the past five months as a decoy . " " Salvatore isn't Romano's son he is uncle Claudio's ." " What the hell ?" © #KCMmuoe

They might be thinking that I am now assuming the position of CEO. "Good morning, Mr. Salvatore," a woman greeted me, and if I'm not mistaken it was Lincoln's secretary. "Morning," I sparingly replied to her, I didn't even mention her name because I might get it wrong. I left the building and immediately went to the parking space. When I got in my car, I immediately turned on the engine and started driving back to the pack house. I was listening to pop-rock music while in the middle of the drive when I suddenly saw the Mystic Grill, I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva and I suddenly felt hungry so I quickly turned around and headed to Mystic Grill. I forgot to eat breakfast earlier because

The men wait for there boss to walk up first. Manuel walks up the stairs, “Sal, stay around, Addy will need a ride home and see if Jessica will go home with Addy,” he says to his henchmen. Addy sighs, “I don’t need someone to come home with me,” she looks up at the mafia boss hoping not to make him mad. Manuel’s turns to her, “What I say goes, Hugh will know soon that we have Jimmy. He will be after you, and if you see a big tall stocky fellow with a dragon tattoo on his arm don’t get near him, that’s Jimmy’s older brother Wade.”

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.

I walk towards the now grave of a once living man. Capo Gio Moretti. A great leader, son, lover and the best brother. Salvatore is standing opposite to me, he's silently staring at the wet ground. "Salvatore" I begin, whatever has happened between us, I still can't see him so broken. He lifts up his dark gaze towards me "I'm sorry for your loss, there's no one more than me who wishes that the true killer is found and Gio gets his justice" I say truthfully.

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.

“But do not confuse my generosity for weakness.” I turned around slowly, only for my eyes to meet Stephan still standing with his gun aimed directly at me—his finger lightly resting on the trigger. Don Salvatore remained seated at the head of the table, his elbows resting on the armrests of his chair. He hadn’t even looked up. “I don’t tolerate disrespect,” he continued, his tone colder now. “Not from my men, and certainly not from someone in your position. Do you think you can walk out of here because you feel like it?”