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I tell him with a cheeky grin earning some chuckles from the men in the room and my mother saying my birth name "Samara!" "Did someone yell Sam's birth name in here?" I hear Logan ask as she runs into the kitchen. "He bish don't leave me again our families are crazy and I can only take so much" Logan rambles out faster than she intends to. I notice out the corner of my eye that mister Salvatore is frozen and staring at my younger cousin. She looks past my shoulder and her jaw hits the floor seeing him. Rolling my eyes I flick her forehead and give her a knowing look before leaving the kitchen again. Looking around the kitchen I make sure the rents are distracted before I grab the collar of h

Stefan froze for a moment before realizing that Valarie must have seen his ID. The birthdate on his ID was today, though his real birthday was still over two months away. He had never celebrated his birthday before. Seeing his silence, Valarie raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Did I get the date wrong?" Her voice snapped him back to reality. He quickly shook his head. "No, you got it right. It's today." "Then make a wish," Valarie said, lighting the candle and holding the cake out to him.

“Dinner out here. On the balcony. It’s better company than the walls. The night is cold, and it is only a matter of time before winter hits. And normally, that might call for no more dinner in the balcony if it is snowing. I wouldn’t mind, but I am not the one who puts the rules in this place.” “At this point, I believe that you do.” He said, making me smile. For a second, I thought he might refuse, Dominic Salvatore, the Alpha who dined behind closed doors, at a table filled with silverware that he most likely didn’t even bother using… not under the stars. But then something in his face softened, almost too subtle to catch. “Dinner on the balcony,” he repeated. “You drive a hard bargain.” “

"No excuses, Aurora, or I swear, I kill you!" "Killing me on my birthday? Nah! You can do better, Sam." I winked. She grinned wide, wickedly flashing her whites. "Yeah, you are right. I won't kill you. I will keep you in a vegetative state. Better?" "Ugh!" Stefan groaned from beside. "You chose the wrong profession, sis." Yeah, we all knew that. Sammy was a Romano—through and through. **

I squint my eyes trying to figure the images out. It was them… Salvatore, Stefano and Vittorrio. I tried to make sense of how and why they came to be in a picture together. The date on its back was the birthday I had three years back. They met on my 15th birthday. I remember specifically because that particular one,my father couldn't make it there but he made sure I had everything I needed. It was the first one ever that he'd miss since growing up. He had told me he had an important meeting to attend. That it's success will change our life for the better and it did. I remembered him coming home happy and smiling ear to ear. The deal changed our life beyond his imagination.

Before I could spiral any deeper into the fear of being unwanted, a pair of strong hands gripped my waist. Salvatore didn't say a word. He simply picked me up effortlessly from my seat and pulled me onto his lap. His powerful arms wrapped tightly around me, anchoring me against his massive frame. He buried his face deep into the crook of my neck, holding me as if he never intended to let go. The tight, protective grip of his hug forced the breath back into my lungs, silently reminding me that no matter what we found in Paris, I wasn't alone. "Your grandfather's birthday is in two days and he’s the former minister of war, little mouse," Salvatore murmured against my skin, his deep voice sendi

- Happy Birthday darling. We hugged and I forced a smile. - Thanks. My twenty-first birthday had arrived. What should have been a day of celebration turned into a terrible reminder: I was ready to marry Kaanadan Salvatore. Ready to marry a man I only knew two facts about: That he became O Capo dei Capi after his father's death in the rain of blood—a day marked between the biggest slaughter in the meeting of two mafias; and that he received the nickname of The Knight of Death, after killing a hundred people in 3 hours before the next day. One of them was his own cousin.

"We'll be there in a bit. Right, I've always wanted to ask. When is your birthday?" "25th October," Liam looked out of the window. "What?" Steve turned to face him. "Isn't that in about two days? It's the 23rd today, right? Why didn't you talk about it and all?" "It's fine," Liam was still staring out of the window. "I'm not really a fan of birthdays. Mine especially." "Why?" Steve faced him. "Because my dad died on my birthday. My thirteenth birthday." "Oh. I'm so-"

I need every calorie for the twins. "Why are you helping me?" I ask him. It’s a question I should have asked in the hold. Salvatore pulls up his sleeve. On his forearm: a tattoo of a rose entwined with a dagger. The Rossi family crest. "Your father pulled me out of a Torrino execution pit in ’98. I owe him a life. You’re the last payment." He leaves the gun magazine on the nightstand. "Learn to reload without looking. You’ll need both hands free soon enough."

Richard responded getting up from the dining too “And the girl?” “Her father is a Mr. Graciano, but he isn’t in Spain, he’s in Italy, her mother is dead, there’s not much to their name” “It’s that simple?” Richard asked “Yes” “Which only means there’s more” he muttered then dismissed Salvatore Salvatore left to his private bunker, he got a text and smiled replying back to it, he cleaned his home and cooked a meal, and around 2PM, he heard a knock on the door.