Stefan Salvatore Ripper Novels & Stories

He stepped forward until he was just two steps away. “You think love is enough to survive what’s coming?” “No. But it’s what brought me here. And now, it’s what keeps me standing.” I stood between them, feeling the sparks in the air. It was like watching two opposing forces on the verge of colliding. “I’ve heard of you,” Dimitri said, his voice low. “Matteo Salvatore. One of the most feared names in the Italian mafia in New York. The man who solves with blood, who leads with an iron fist. They say you hesitate before no one.”

Alberto stated. "It doesn't matter," Salvatore shook his head. "We killed her son and that's all the motivation she needs." He choked out before grabbing the dustbin beside his leg, retching into it, and emptying the contents of his stomach as Tazio and Piero went over to him. Coughing, Salvatore wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, heaving and unsteady on his feet. Serafina watched them lower her brother into his chair as he clutched at his head if though it was hurting.

He writhed on the cold, hard, bloodied ground. I clicked my tongue when the blood splattered all over my expensive beige suit—the custom-made designer set I thought I’d wear on one of the dinner dates with Sadie. Alas. “Just finish him already, Salvatore” Nikolaev’s said behind my back. “Where’s the fun in that?” I tilted my head, twisting the knife in his flesh before pulling it away. He screamed in pain and it was like music to my ears. “He laughed mockingly. “You’re a real sadist. Mitchelle was right, Silvio Salvatore is worse than his father.”

She is even helping me now by giving me a place to hide on the run. "You are in this trouble because of me. By now I'm sure that Salvatore might have spilled his guts about your involvement", he said to me. "I know. But I'm happy that I wasn't trapped with him",I said shuddering.. "He had raped countless woman and had even assaulted a woman who dared to fight him back", he said. "I'm glad I didn't end up as one myself", I said to him. "He wouldn't be alive if he had touched you", he said under his breath. I was sure that he didn't want to say it out alloud.

"Salvatore, when Jayson got Luca mugged, you burned down his warehouse. Then he targeted Serafina, you killed Olivia. Now he attacked your parents and you killed his mother in his own house and burned down another warehouse, aren't you a little worried about what he might do to retaliate?" "He can't do anything major since he can't infiltrate my Mafia," He stated nonchalantly. "Everyone of interest to him is safe under my roof," "Everyone," Stephen trailed. "Besides your wife," He watched how Salvatore's pen faltered before he continued with his scribbling. "He doesn't know that," The Italian stated in certainty. "Are you sure about that?" He questioned, shuffling closer to his best friend.

He was already bleeding from that area but it was healing incredibly quick now, considering his strength. After some minutes he seemed to be able to stand now, as he stood while holding onto the wall for assistance. “What is your name?” I asked, my voice devoid of any respect. “M..my my name is Salvatore.” He answered. “Salvatore, from today onwards we are going to be very good friends, you’re going to help me with many things.” “You’re crazy, why would I do anything for you” “Because, you love your reputation, and you won’t want me going around telling everyone how you raped me.”

"How could I forget? How could I forget that Anton, Mario, and Michael alone are enough to spoil our plans? Not to talk of Salvatore..." A soft electronic chime echoed through the cell, cutting me off. The heavy door slid open without a sound. Salvatore Moretti stepped inside. My spine went instantly rigid. He didn’t look at me right away. He removed his tailored jacket with a deliberate, terrifying calm, slowly rolling up his bloodstained sleeves to reveal hands that had ended dozens of lives just minutes earlier. "You always were predictable," he said finally, his dark eyes locking onto mine. I scoffed, forcing myself to stand up and face him. "Funny. I was thinking the exact same thing ab

The sick feeling in my gut prevailing…again. To find a reasonable person in the Mafia world was akin to searching for a pin in a mountain of hay. There is no chance. The rumors about Salvador were worse than that of Dante. Salvador killed his brother, Mateo in order to become the Don of the underworld. He was also rumoured to eat the flesh of his victims and rivals. Some said he was asexual with little to no dealings with women nor men others said he was gay. Why don't I meet normal people?

Do you think she's one of the Russians? "I don’t know, but I will ask her some questions as soon as she wakes up tomorrow. I do think she's somehow connected to them, or she owes them money.” Stefano nods and turns his eyes to one of the strippers upstage. "If you will excuse me, it's been a long day, and I need to blow off some steam." He smirks as he walks away from me to the stripper. Man, he is going to get into trouble one of these days sleeping with the strippers.

Near the shallow-end steps, four letters scraped into the film on the tile, like a finger had dragged them before everything went to hell. R I P Beneath it, etched deeper, were the same jagged syllables he’d seen on the beach: Sulcatum, Rudmalian, Speculum, Sacculus Repdetrious. The letters weren’t carved—they were pitted, as if the glaze had been eaten away. “Jesus,” he breathed. “Not here,” Susan murmured. A gag from the corridor pulled Pal’s head around. “That’s the janitor,” he said. “Was.”