Tvd Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

“Ask your mother.” The front door slammed behind him, the sound echoing through the marble foyer. Outside the rain had stopped, leaving the air sharp and clean. Damon walked back to the waiting car without looking over his shoulder. Lewis opened the rear door. “Anything?” he asked. “Enough,” Damon said, sliding into the seat. He stared out at the glowing windows of Clara’s house as the car pulled away. In one of them a shadow moved, Clara, perhaps, watching him go. In his pocket his phone buzzed. A message from Patrick: CCTV logs corrupted. One technician missing since afternoon. Will update soon.

"Whom am I on the lookout for?" "Salvatore, an acquaintance with long black hair and raven eyes." "Salvatore? Sounds like a horrible guy." "You didn't ask for friendly; you asked for safe, and that's where I'm taking you." "Point taken," Dave said, remembering Tyler was nothing if not literal, dealing in absolutes whether in fight or discourse. "What I'm asking is, you're sure about this dude, this Salvatore?" "Completely." "Would you like to explain?" After a long silence, Tyler finally said, "He's my brother."

In all of this chaos, Salvatore sat near the mini bar stand taking everything in and nursing his glass of alcohol. The guts of this man. He wasn’t even troubled. I caught sight of mother rushing to safety. Father was shaken but stood tall, with his guns in both hands. The people who dared do this were no other than the Giuseppe’s. Matteo’s father was not involved but I caught a glimpse of the man I had been betrothed to. He was the one leading his dogs, they turned the once clean and well arranged venue to a pile of shattered glasses and wasted food.

Damian I'm sitting here in my MC, the Devils Army, nursing a beer when my VP and best friend Brody walks in with his newest woman of the week. Candy? Brandy? Tammy? Hell I don't know. She wont be here next week anyway. He always does this. Finds a woman who pretends to love him and all that he’s worth and then in a week or two he finds her with some other brother in the club.

I said, lingering too much at the scar right beside his left eyebrow. “Trust me, he is at least ten times that,” Captain Morrison said, pulling me out of yet another memory, and continued, “He is the brains behind the entire organization, nothing moves without his okay, and he controls people like he owns them, and get rid of weak links like he was simply swatting flies. Damien Salvatore is dangerous, and this department is going to do everything to bring him down.” Captain Morrison finished. I swallowed, there was something kind of cataclysmic about bringing down a man you once loved, and would have given anything at all for if he just asked. It had me clenching my stomach.

He wanted the attempts on his and the Danvers family life to stop tonight, and he was going to make sure of that. Salvatore, who appeared relaxed in his office chair, observed Liam closely. He couldn't help but be impressed by Liam's composure. The way Liam sat there, looking carefree despite knowing the potential danger he was in, made Salvatore wonder about his thoughts and intentions. He finally remarked, "You seem smart, Mr. Danvers."

Chapter Thirty-Seven – Threat. The building looked less creepy with the presence of the police men. Damien wore a bulletproof vest and held unto a torch before walking towards the policemen. “Sir Damien, will you please stay behind? We will handle it from here.” A policeman pleaded with him. Damien frowned, shaking his head. “This is my sister in-law we are talking about. I’d like to stay close.” He moved ahead. The policeman was stunned. He was a fan of the CEO and tracked all news related to him as he was his business mentor. But he had never heard about him getting a wife.

“Were they your adversaries as well?” If they are, then we're screwed. This might be the bigger threat we have to face after Burson. He said someone was behind what happened. If this Salvatore guy was this man, then maybe we're fucked. Yet, all the premonitions that had been swirling in my head faded when Damon shook his head. “No, we found common ground by smuggling guns, and other items passed through the borders,” he paused for a moment. “Salvatore is a good friend of mine. He owes me something big.”

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

I spat, “What exactly is your problem?” “My problem? Do you want to know exactly what my problem is? It's you, my problem is fucking you!!!” Damian yelled, “You knew I was drunk and you took advantage of the situation.” “What?” I stood to my feet, “Are you dumb or what? I take advantage of you? You are not all that, Mr. Damian Salvatore; I guess when you drink, you have memory loss, so let me remind you that I didn't approach you, you did, and you even begged me.”