Stefan Salvatore Season 1 Novels & Stories

Adrian listened carefully as Luca negotiated alliances, offering money and protection in exchange for loyalty against Vittorio and Damien Ricci. One man, a thick-necked capo named Salvatore, sneered at Adrian. “You bring your whore to serious business now, Don Luca? Has the great devil gone soft between the legs?” The room went deathly still. Luca moved like lightning. He stood, grabbed Salvatore by the throat, and slammed him against the wall. A knife appeared in Luca’s hand, pressed against the man’s cheek. “Call him that again,” Luca said softly, voice ice-cold, “and I will carve your eyes out and feed them to you.”

the stranger said with a smirk in his face. " Excuse me! " Nina replied not understanding anything. " Well, seems like my brother forgot about my arrival and you're the only one to help me keep company now " the stranger said. " But whose your brother? "Nina asked confused. " oh yeah I totally forgot to introduce myself, I'm the one and only Stephen Salvatore, Damon's half brother " Stephen said clearing Nina's confusion. " Oh Stephen I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you, Damon never told me you were coming" Nina said embarrassed.

Marco flinched, glancing at the shards spraying onto the floor. I didn’t wait for the sound to die down. I turned on him, my voice rough. “How did he find her before me? And why was she at the club last night?” “She was a 911 operator before they met. Sources say they had a fight last night… something that had to do with Elisa.” Marco took a wary step closer, the shards of the vase crunching under his boot. “Knowing she’s taken… are you going to let this go?” “Stealing is bad, Marco,” I said, my voice low and clipped.

Salvatore has two sons Lorenzo who is here and Marcial De Luca who is younger and stationed in Brazil. The firstborn son of Salvatore. He must be around thirty based on the subtle beard on his jawline. He must have forgotten to shave this morning. He is the heir of the De Luca empire. He shut the door behind him himself. The click echoed too loudly in the room. "So," he said, in a rough accented, and unapologetically rude voice. His eyes menacingly looked down on me. "You're the girl." He scanned me from the tip of my head down to my toes which made my stomach churn. I felt like the room was suddenly on fire.

Salvatore roared, and then the line went dead as he presumably smashed his own phone against the floor. "He’s finally figured out that he’s not a billionaire anymore and he’s not even a boss with a security detail, because the second those accounts hit zero his own captains are going to realize there isn't a salary coming in next week and they will start looking for a new employer," Alessia said, her voice quiet and steady as she looked out at the rainy streets of Rome from the back bench of the van.

DANTE'S POV The shrill of my phone cut through the atmosphere like a warning shot. I mopped the sweat off my brow, I reached for it and turned to the screen. The number was too damned familiar, the message beneath it froze my blood in my veins. Rocco Cafaro. He never knew when to quit. It wasn't a long message, but it might as well have been a bomb blowing up in my hands, words exploding with every inflection. *Give up Draven LTD or suffer the consequences. You have until the end of the week.*

“Rina came back for a wedding, and I saw the way Rafaele looked at her, he knew. He wasn’t sure yet, but he was getting closer to the truth. I tried to seduce him. I tried everything. But it didn’t work. Then he found out the truth. He kicked me out, told everyone the truth. My parents took us far away to hide the shame.” Stefan leaned back against the wall, his face unreadable. “I couldn’t stand it. I thought maybe I could still have him. So I pretended to make peace with Rina and drugged her. I asked some rogue wolves to help me take her away. I was going to kill her. But Rafaele followed me and saved her. In the struggle, she stabbed me. I was bleeding badly, and I thought I was dying. So

The sound of the waves crashing against the dock was distant, but the heavy silence surrounding them was far louder. Lorenzo and Matteo moved ahead, weapons drawn, sweeping the perimeter while Massimo led Talana through the rusted entrance. The dim glow of a single hanging light flickered above them, casting eerie shadows against the concrete walls. And then they saw him, Salvatore, the man who had been a spy for both de Marco and Morelli. His body was slumped against a metal pillar, head bowed unnaturally low. Blood painted the floor beneath him in a grotesque pool, the deep crimson almost black under the flickering light. His face, once full of arrogance and easy charm, was pale and lifele

I order with a bored tone turning off my phone before placing my feet on the table. "As I was saying before the childish interruption.. Salvatore continues speaking, staring daggers into my head when he saw me wriggle my toes at him. Wait! Did he just call me childish? I'm definitely not going to hear the end of this from Dad when we finally get home. "As the vipers and the most deadliest Mafia in the whole of America, we have to be strong! To never let out guard down. To stay strong! To avoid any distraction... ..." I internally groan. I've been hearing

Dante echoed, nearly stumbling with the effort. Lorenzo leaped like a rabbit drunk on joy. “I’m hit! I’m hit! But I shall rise—as an unstoppable zombie!” Their mothers laughed. Maria Salvatore in pale blue, Sophia Moretti shaking her head with bottomless affection, Elektra Russo elegant in white—until her own laughter cracked through the composure she always carried. At the grill, Victor Salvatore, Roberto Moretti, and Enzio Russo wielded tongs like surgical instruments, arguing heatedly about steak doneness as though lives depended on it.