Novel & Cerita Stefan Salvatore Ripper

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."

My heartbeat increased, and I was beginning to fear we would have a blood bath at the wedding if things weren't controlled. I asked Ray who the fellow was and why everyone was on edge in his presence. "We know him in the mafia world as the Ripper, but his real name is Francesco Ricci," Ray said to me. I was still searching his face for more answers, but he wasn't forthcoming with them. I turned back to watch the fellow "Like the reaper, who claims the dead souls." "Like he rips his enemies apart, dissecting them into tiny pieces." "Ewwh, he must be a sick fuck," I whispered to myself.

"By the way, did Officer Harrison come to see you today? Did he have any news regarding Stefan and Derek?" I took a deep breath, the atmosphere in the room turning noticeably cooler at the mention of those two names. "Yes, he came to the hotel early this morning," I answered quietly, folding my hands in my lap. "The police have officially gathered more than enough evidence against Stefan. Between my testimony, your statement, the evidence and the forensic DNA samples, the prosecutor found Stefan guilty of rape, attempted murder alongside other crimes. Turns out, he's a repeat offender! While you were staying with me, he raped another woman, she's a married lady too. And he tried to pay her o

He looked battered and pale, but alive. Tony tried to sit up when he saw her. Elena told him not to be an idiot and said she was glad he’d pulled through. His voice was rough as he apologized for getting hurt, for being careless. Elena cut him off. He had been injured following her orders. That responsibility belonged to her. She asked if he remembered anything. Tony said it had been chaos, but he had seen one attacker clearly. He had recognized him. A former Russo soldier. The cold hit Elena instantly. Tony said the man’s name was Salvatore Ricci. He had worked under Antonio Russo until six months ago. He had left to take care of family in Florida. At least, that was the story.

My wolf was beginning to surface. I excused myself after showing her the room she was to stay in. ... “Yes, boss.” My right-hand man, Stefano, said over the phone. He was a rogue I had picked from the streets after discovering his black belt techniques. He was a fast killer who almost took my ruthless side. “Find out about Serena Esposito’s bloodline. I want to know her whole history.” I finished. “Okay, Alpha.” He answered. “Is Ricardo’s men still on loose?”

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.

A strangled sound vibrated in his throat as he struggled in vain to move. "He can't defend himself," Aliya whispered. "You think I give a shit?" Stephan leaned over the Switzer. "Look into the face of your murderer. It's the last thing you'll ever see." He plunged the stake into the Switzer's heart. The Swissman arched. Pain registered on his face, then his body crumbled into dust. Stephan brushed the stake against his thigh to clean off the dust. "This will make a good keepsake." He slipped it into a jacket pocket. "Now for the little chemist."

I spat. "You of all people know what I am capable of, Alessio. I'm a psychopath, and you already know that. What kind of death do you think I will give her if I want her to die a slow death?" Salvatore was like slow poison. He wasn't the type who kills with the snap of a finger like I do; he tends to make his enemies suffer until they bled to their own deaths. He enjoys it when his enemies beg for mercy, but I wasn't a fan of that. I get rid of my enemies without having to hear their pleas.

He held his ground, and his gun didn't shake in his hand. "I am, indeed," Salvatore responded. I turned my head sharply to the left to see Salvatore sitting casually on a chair. His face was not visible in the club's lighting. He wore tight leather clothes just like an assassin in the movies, and his hood was drawn over his face. Fucking hell, I would have been impressed if it weren't for the fact that he was killing my men. "And I wouldn't shoot me if I were you. I have this whole place rigged to explode and I have the detonator," Salvatore said. His voice had a tinge of an accent. It sounded deep and cold as he waved the small device in his hand.

She said in a panic. Salvatore gave a smirk, that is exactly what I am waiting for. "I want him to strike he should come to me, and I'll make sure that I swallow him a whole" he groaned. "I'm really excited that you didn't get hurt, you know when I'd heard that it was Alessandro you were going against, I was really scared." She said. Salvatore frowned at her. "Why were you scared?" He asked. "That's because that man is the devil's incarnate , he is heartless and also a monster, he doesn't spare anyone and has so many gimmicks to escape when being defeated." Sophia.