Novel & Cerita Stefan Salvatore Ripper

He was hiding brother, I cry into the shower as I replay the last smile my father gave me and the way he caressed my cheek before he took his last breath. And that changed me completely. No matter what, now I won't feel any ounce of revert when I shot him dead. And I promise I will, that a promise made myself that day before they wiped my memories and promise from my head that day. But they forgot karma is a bitch. And their karma is here to make them pay for their sins. Now I know why Stefano is not guilty of killing people. Because some people deserve to die. Death is their only salvation. Stefano.

But what he didn't know was that, the body Salvador's men buried was Stefano's body. After he escaped that morning, Salvatore's second most trusted bodyguard realized his capo was still alive. Antonio's bullet had torn his face badly, but he still had life in him. So he quickly sent for a chopper. He and two other men carried him into the chopper and flew him out of Vegas. Because of the damage, Salvatore had to undergo several surgeries to fix his face. He survived all surgeries, but his face was permanently damaged. He had lost everything to his son, and when he gained consciousness, fury burned through him.

The screams from the video echo in my mind, too real to be faked. Stefano shakes his head. “No, he didn’t. The grunts you heard were mine, but they burnt a body that was already beaten to death.” Relief mingles with revulsion at the depths of Vladimir’s depravity. “At least he wasn’t crazy to the extent that he would burn someone alive just to fake your death.” “Yeah, he wasn’t,” Stefano agrees, his gaze softening as he takes my hands in his. “But enough about him. I want to apologize to you, mi amore.”

“I want to stop surviving and start choosing. I want to know who I am outside of these names. I want revenge. And I want peace. And I don’t care who has to die for it to happen.” He studied her. Not like she was dangerous—but like she was becoming the only thing keeping him human. “Then we do it your way,” he said. “No more lies.” --- The next morning, Don Salvatore showed up at the compound. Uninvited. Unscheduled. Alessio met him in the control room. Emilia stood nearby, gun holstered but hand twitching. Salvatore was calm, dressed like he always was—like a retired general who missed war but wouldn’t admit it.

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.

"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

I need every calorie for the twins. "Why are you helping me?" I ask him. It’s a question I should have asked in the hold. Salvatore pulls up his sleeve. On his forearm: a tattoo of a rose entwined with a dagger. The Rossi family crest. "Your father pulled me out of a Torrino execution pit in ’98. I owe him a life. You’re the last payment." He leaves the gun magazine on the nightstand. "Learn to reload without looking. You’ll need both hands free soon enough."

“You still don’t understand who you’re dealing with. You're going to lose if you don't back down.” "You've already lost it. I just wanted you to know that I was watching when it happened." A short silence. Then suddenly, Salvatore noticed something strange. The men around him were not moving normally. Some of them looked nervous. One of them slowly raised his hands. He frowned slightly and turned around. That was when he saw the police officers. His heart dropped straight to his stomach. “Salvatore Vitale, you are under arrest for assault, kidnapping, and attempted murder.”

he begged. Stefano's smile grew. "Poor you. I'd rather chop off your body parts every three hours. A slower, more miserable death." The man's face contorted in horror. "No!" Stefano replied with a dark smile. "Yes." He turned his back on him and signaled one of his loyal men, Savage. He was a bizarre looking man with scars and tattoos all over his face. A gay man who enjoyed inflicting gnarly wounds for the fun of it.

“You think I didn’t try? My pack was starving, my land burned. You think I wanted to sell my daughter like some bargaining chip? Do you really believe that anyone would want to do this, Alpha? To his own child?” “Want has nothing to do with it,” I said evenly. “An Alpha protects what’s his. You failed to protect her. Instead, you threw her in the flames and chose to come after others have seen her burn.” He took a step forward, rage cutting through his grief. “Careful, Salvatore. You speak of things you don’t understand. And you crossing boundaries that you should not.” I met his gaze without flinching. “I understand enough. And judging by the factors in front of me, it is you who crossed yo