Stefan Salvatore Ripper Novels & Stories

“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

“I MEAN PRETTY. PETT.. AND WE WILL ONLY KILL PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT, LIKE MEN WHO CHEAT TWO DAYS AFTER THEIR WEDDING AND GIRLS WHO GIVE NASTY BJS.” The crowd cheer on. This was fun. “ Do not touch me,” I order my men. Salvatore was going to lose his mind just the way I lost mine. There’s nothing better than revenge served hot. “ This one is for my girlies. Someone get me a mic already,” my heels were off now and I could barely stand on my own. Within a minute, someone passed me a microphone.

He asked him. Richard shook his head. “Tell me, who was it he murdered?” “Someone who had his best interests at heart and wanted to assist him to grow higher.” He replied to him and with that, Richard knew he was not going to give him the name so he turned to leave but Salvatore’s voice came. “You know, I find you interesting. Despite knowing that your bitch of an ex-fiancee knows that you are seeing her sister, you still keep calm. She came to meet me and I should help her too.” That alone has him whirling around in shock.

Salvatore. I pushed the thought away immediately, he’s bounded by Omertà. He has been with me for years, through blood, through Diego. He wouldn’t, it can’t be one of the men. Salvatore Bianchi, Mikhail Reznikov, Kaia Morelo and Veleno Caruso were sworn to Omertà, they have already earned their place in blood. My phone buzzed suddenly, it was an unknown number. Private and untraceable. The room went silent, I answered without hesitation.

“Our eyes on the ground spotted Blaine Harrison meeting with Easton Moore’s enforcer. They exchanged a package—seems suspicious.” I raised an eyebrow. “Name?” “Chris Salvatore. The black casanova.” My grip tightened around the phone. Chris. That snake. Betrayer, manipulator, predator. Once a supposed ally, now a monster in the shadows, trafficking girls, laundering money, running his empire of cruelty. And now he was paired with Blaine, a combination I could not ignore. “What about the package?” I demanded. “Still figuring it out,” Carter said. “Likely weaponry and cash, something that can be used to kill, extort, or worse.”

Salvador stands up and slams the foot of his shoe on his shoulder. "Your whore of a mother could only give me a son like you. Bitch died before I could kill her. I swear I would have loved to torture her to death" says Salvador and kicks Raffaele a few times. Salvador sits back on the chair, panting. "You sent men to kidnap the lawyer's daughter, why?" Asks Salvador. "I sent them to scare him to agree to work for us," says Raffaele wiping the blood off his lip.

At least one last time before this man kills me. She must be so worried. I need to get out of here. But how the hell do I do that? "I see you've decided to waste my time. I was hoping to have a simple day today. Looks like I'll have to get my hands dirty squeezing answers out of you. "Salvatore says as he stands up, and I watch him pull his shirt off. As the cloth slides off his shoulders, my eyes travel over his bare torso, and I gulp for some reason.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

Sharp eyes, sharper tongue. “Thought you were dead,” she said flatly. “Disappointed I’m not?” Rafael replied. Kira smirked. “Only if it means less chaos.” Next was Lucien Marek, a hacker so infamous his name was whispered in both intelligence and mafia circles. His black nail polish gleamed as he offered Sophia a lopsided grin. “So you’re the woman who turned the Reaper into a man again.” Sophia raised a brow. “Depends on the day.”

“This is Special Agent Christopher Haverley and Special Agent Warren Halden conducting an interview with Dominic Rose Vittori, a person of interest in the homicide of Zhang Wei.” Haverley opened the folder and looked Dominic in the eye. “What was your relationship with Zhang Wei?” Dominic looked the agent in the eye, his expression stoic but he remained silent. The seconds ticked by but Dominic remained quiet and kept looking at the two agents. “You will answer my question! Two of your strippers were found dead in a Chinese suburb, then Zhang Wei was brutally murdered, then your father’s body was found, mutilated and carved up like some maniac went on a spree. The spotlight is aimed at you,