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No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure out why she felt this way. The door creaked open, and Salvatore walked in. His movements were quiet, controlled. He was dressed neatly, wearing a black shirt that was buttoned all the way up. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing strong forearms. His dark eyes studied her closely, like he was trying to read her mind, to figure out exactly what she was thinking. "You're awake," he said, stepping closer. His voice was calm, smooth, but there was something else beneath it, something she couldn’t quite place. "How are you feeling?"

Spade shoved his hands in his pocket as he looked at Salvatore, narrowing his eyes at the man. "I'm going to ask you only once Salvatore, and in your own best interest, I suggest you tell me the truth, if you don't, he's going to do with you whatever he wants until you talk, Where is Sullivan"? Spade said, gesturing to Stefano who had an evil lopsided grin on his face, and his eyes looked deadly "Go fuck yourself Spade" Salvatore spat out, Spade shrugged before he turned to look at Stefano, he nodded discreetly and the man already knew what he would do as he advanced towards Salvatore.

My chest heaved as I took another step backward, feeling like a cornered prey. “Vixen.” His eyes softened, voice breathless. “I need an answer.” “I– I don't know what you're talking about.” I stuttered, trying—but failing miserably—to feign ignorance. “You know what I mean,” he stared at my stomach. “It's mine, isn't it?” My hands turned clammy, my skin breaking out in cold sweats. Salvatore immediately stepped in. “What are you even talking about?” “This is not about you, Salvatore. Move before my fist moves you. And this time it won't be just your lips bleeding.”

Salvatore; Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of emotional and physical abuse, including non-consensual acts, sexual coercion, and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Please note: These scenes are not written to glorify or romanticise Dimitri's behaviour. Instead, I have written them to expose the trauma, control, and manipulation inflicted by Dimitri, and to portray the long-lasting effects these actions of his have had on Salvatore. If you are sensitive to these topics, consider skipping this chapter or proceeding with caution.

his smile turned into a smirk eyeing the bare chest of the other male. “You fucking pervert!” Jett yanked the sheets up, covering his chest from the prying eyes of the other Alpha. “Not my fault the goddess blessed me with an erotogenic, belligerent Alpha” the older Alpha teased, he paused, eyeing the awful state of the room. Jett stared at him with disgust. “Your sense of humor is disgusting” Xavier shrugged. “Is it? Stefan must have lied to me again. Were you prowl, what happened to your room?” he walked forward and placed the tray of food at the feet of the younger Alpha on the bed and stepped back, putting a reasonable amount of distance between them.

"Are you certain you know them? We have a policy against people who book a room next to certain people whom they are probably stalking." "Oh, yes, I understand. But I do know them." I smiled again. She looked at me sharply. "Sir, do you have any document to prove your relations to Mrs. Lana Salvatore and her husband? Or to show that you work for them?" "Ugh, there would be no need for that. I'm Xavier Salvatore, Dax's brother." I took out my ID and showed it to her. She looked at it and then at me and smiled. "Oh yes, you are Xavier Salvatore! I almost didn't recognize you."

Walking away from her after saving her from the creep at the bar… Because I knew that no good could come out of me intruding in her life. I was Lorenzo Salvatore. The thirty-two year old Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. And tonight… I let my guard down. I allowed a woman who I never met before, to possess me, rock my world in ways that I never imagined before. She was so different from other women. So different to what I’d had before. I was just about to leave the club with my friend Ricky, but when I walked past the staircase, I’d heard screaming. And it was no mistaking that they were Amber’s screams.

I hated the fact that I would fall into the seductive charm of other brothers again and again. “Do you hate the fact that we had sex that much?” He asked still holding me protectively. “I loved it. I loved it so much that it’s killing me, Valentino.” I said back as he kissed me on the head. “Then enjoy the moment, don’t think much about it.” He said as I sighed. He doesn’t know anything or maybe he does but he pretended he knew about my connection with his brothers like Valerio. I thought painfully. *********************************

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.