Romans & histoires Stefan Salvatore Season 1

Donovan’s golden eyes searched my face, waiting for a slip, for a single crack in the mask I had spent years perfecting. I gave him nothing. After a long, agonizing moment, he released me. Leaning back in his chair, he studied me with a look that was both calculating and vaguely irritated. “You’re good,” he admitted. “Most would have folded by now.” I smiled. Just a little. “I’m just a servant, Alpha.” Donovan let out a quiet hum, unconvinced. His fingers tapped the table once, twice. Then, finally: “Salvatore is planning something.”

“Like hell he will. You’re the only heir to our family, You’re going to risk your life for hers? She stays and we are going to go home like the witch said, end of story.” Of course he was going to say that. Any chance he got to put me down, Salvador’s uncle didn’t miss it. In fact he took it to heart. Through her spell, Freya pulled everyone closer to the fiery pit of hers. And we were too close for my liking. “I’m your Alpha Danny, take your Luna away from here now!” Salvador roared making Danny flinch. He grabbed my hand, having no other option but to obey. I struggled against him. I wasn’t going to let him die because of me.

He rescued her and now he can't let her go... Giovanni de Luca, a Beverly Hills born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout L.A. When he meets Rosalia Bernardi, a gorgeous young woman from Palermo, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now but also the young life of Rosalia. The pair commence a rollercoaster ride they can't seem to get off especially because Giovanni is in the Mafia.

I grumbled as I rose from my seat and made my way to the parlor. I opened the door to see two men dressed in slacks and buttoned shirts. One man had a chain around his neck and at the end of the chain hung a badge. The other man wore his badge at his waist. Great. Cops. “what can I do for you, Detective?” I questioned in annoyance. “Miss Bella Salvatore, I am Detective Cage, and my Partner Detective Anderson, would you mind answering a few questions?” One of the detectives spoke as he flashed his badge.

I did the basics! My eyes landed on the brothers. First, Stefano who wore his emotion on his face. He had a tight face, looking as though he wanted to cancel me across the room. Vittorrio’s face is neutral, in fact,he looked bored from the entire thing but I cannot trust that which is on the surface. I know too much about him to believe that. And Salvatore? Nervous. He was biting at his nails and I'm sure he's shaking his feet right now. Who wouldn't be? Something he thought belonged to him was snatched from him. Well, not snatched, more like given to someone else if that makes sense.

Whoever this Salvatore guy is, he is going to run for his life on the first day itself. ----------------------------------------

Said it made me smell like a burnt campfire and taste like regret. She wasn’t wrong. The click of approaching shoes pulled me from the haze. “Mr De Vito.” The voice was smooth, familiar. I didn’t even have to turn to know who it was. “Mr Salvatore,” I said, exhaling slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on the parking lot lights beyond the curb. “What are you doing here?” “I could ask you the same thing,” he said, coming to stand beside me. His suit was sharp, dark as oil, and his expression unreadable. “Rough night?”

A figure leaned against a sleek black Maserati and a thick cigarette burned between his fingers while he watched me with the kind of scrutiny that usually made weaker people wither. I recognized him at first glance. He was Domenico Salvatore, the Fourth Capo of the Salvatore family. He hadn’t changed much— he was tall, dark and still exuding that effortless Sicilian arrogance. He was wearing a tailored suit that fitted like a second skin and he looked at me the way a predator studies a rival that had stepped into its hunting ground. I let him look and let him wonder why I was here. I could bet he was speculating if it was because my father was dying.

“I’m starving? Did he plan to starve me to death?” First thing once I see him he’s getting an earful. I dashed out of the kitchen and heard faint music coming from a distant room. I knocked at the door but no response. I pushed the door knob and walked in and to my surprise Salvatore sat at a table chewing on his food. He pays me dust focused on his meal, he grabs a glass of sparkling water and sip as I watch his throat gulp before he returns to his food. “Are you going to stare or eat?”