Novel & Cerita When Was Stefan Salvatore Born

It was purely ridiculous. Salvatore Rodriguez— works as a reporter at Big news Media, no wife, no child. Doesn't believe in relationships because his father was a deadbeat drunk who constantly abused his mother, dropped out of school early, but by some miracle still ended up going to college, and finishing top of his class. Have had numerous cases of sexual assault from colleagues, but somehow someone has consistently been keeping you out of trouble.

Serafina lay awake, staring up at the ceiling as she recalled all the things the man downstairs had done for her. Not only in the past month but the last three years even. She was 20-year-old when he was first assigned to her, and if she remembers correctly, he was 26. Serafina can still remember the way he laughed at her when she discovered that he was Salvatore Romano's younger son. She couldn't bring herself to talk to him after that, too guilty and embarrassed because his father died protecting her's.

“I want to die,” “That is the honest and simple truth. I’m done, I’m tired, and so fucking terrified all the time that I failed to protect you guys that I can’t…I just can’t stand to look at myself. I let Serafina get hit by that car, she was in a coma for twenty fucking months. Mom and dad were attacked due to my inefficiency. Nicole was kidnapped and nearly died because I wasn’t smart enough to anticipate it,” Salvatore's voice tightened with every word, the Mafia Boss sitting with his eyes closed and jaw clenched.

Salvatore Romano was a man of many talents and even more expertise. Efficient, punctual, quick-witted, loyal, and trustworthy. His father worked for Arcangelo's father, but never obtained the position which Salvatore did. And now, Salvatore worked for Arcangelo. He joined the Mafia when he was 23, and now being 35, he had been a part of the Regnante household for 12 years.

Stefano It's no wonder that I can't sleep. How could I? I had everything planned out. Get into the club, get a hold of Massimo and finish him off. But what happened? Salvatore went off the grid. I should have known that going with him would end in disaster.

“You need to start from the very beginning. Every single word. How the hell do you know Stefano Bernardo?” I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat feeling like a stone. I knew this was coming. I knew the name Stefano would raise questions. I forced myself to sit straight, even though I wanted to curl into a ball and disappear. “I met Stefano about eight years ago,” I said. My voice was a thin, shivering whisper. “He rescued me when I was nineteen. Some men cornered me in an alley. They wanted to... they wanted to hurt me, but he stopped them.”

Meeting my Aria back felt like a miracle in my life, in the life of a person who never believed in the surrounding people, then believing God is out of question. I was so desperate to meet her for the first time as after that hospital meeting with aunt Lauren; she moved to the States. I have waited the whole six years to meet her to spend a day on my birthday with my Snowflake, but everything was messed up by the betrayal of that Salvatore, who didn’t faze a bit to turn our life upside down. Senior Salvatore was my first kill, and I murdered him brutally at the age of thirteen to avenge my mom, my elder brother Enzo, and my precious snowflake.

“Because you’re the future. Not him.” Bianca took the drive. “If you’re lying…” “I’m not,” Falco said. “But I want protection. Immunity.” Amaro nodded. “We’ll talk to the prosecutors.” Falco turned to leave, then paused. “There’s one more thing,” he said. “Salvatore has a son. Hidden. Raised in Sicily. He’s coming.” Lucia’s blood ran cold. “What’s his name?” Falco looked at her. “Alessandro.”

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.