Tvd Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

After the commercial break, the host turned to the questions from viewers. We were expected to answer questions from social media pages and followers. "How were you able to keep your relationship a secret till this day? “ She read the question. "My wife is a private person. It is very obvious and you all are aware. She loves her peace and quiet" Damien answered, rubbing my hand. Damien's Public display of affection was on another level on Live broadcast. Even the devil would be convinced by his act.

“I want us to tailer her. Talking on the phone will soon not be enough, she will want to meet him.” “But what about her bodyguard, if what you saying is true, I don't think she would want to risk being exposed like that, knowing full well that he will tell you.” “Damien he will be on sick leave as of tomorrow.” “Sounds like a plan. but are you sure about this?” “It's the only way to find out the truth. I don't like it but, it needs to be done.” I got up and stood by the window looking out. “Like I said, it could mean nothing.”

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Someone who had promised to help him destroy the syndicate. Damon stared at the screen in disbelief. The name glowing there felt almost unreal. Matteo Laurent. Across the city, inside a private office overlooking the skyline, Matteo Laurent poured himself a glass of whiskey. A man stepped into the room. “It’s done,” the man said. Matteo smiled faintly. “Luca Raines?” “Arrested.” “And Damon?” “He saw the video.” Matteo swirled the amber liquid slowly. “Excellent.” The man hesitated.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

Damien’s voice was unnaturally calm, but it cut through the silence like a razor’s edge. Caruso laughed, pulling me to my feet and dragging me in front of him, a cold pistol suddenly pressed against my temple. “Salvatore! So glad you could make it. I was worried your broken heart might have slowed you down.” “Last chance,” Damien said, taking a slow step forward, Marco fanning out to his right.

“You would die for them. I know that. Which is why I’m giving you a choice. You turn yourself in, confess everything, tell the world the truth about Valeria, the raid, the trafficking, Eduardo’s death, all of it… and they stay alive. You refuse, try to escape, or order your men to move, and you will never see them again.” “You wouldn’t dare,” one of Salvatore’s men shouted from the back. Dante turned his head just slightly. “I already dared.” No yelling. No anger. Just a fact. I watched Salvatore’s strength fall apart right in front of me. The man who had treated lives like money was now shaking for the lives he cared about. His pride broke first, then his hope, and finally his voice. “I’ll

No, it couldn’t be… The door opened, and through the downpour, a tall figure stepped out, dark coat whipping in the wind. Even before I saw his face, I knew. My breath hitched.. I turned away, desperately trying to run but my weak legs gave me out. “Running away again?” My body froze. That voice. Low, smooth and unbothered, crawled down my spine. Damien Salvatore. It was him again. Did I owe this man in my past life? He walked closer, every step precise and deliberate. The rain rolled off his coat like it feared touching him. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” His tone was calm, almost gentle but his eyes told a different story. Cold, controlled, yet dangerous.

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

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.