Romans & histoires Salvos

said Salvador emotionless. Romero shrugged his shoulders thoughtlessly. “You are right, I just borrow this name shamelessly.” Salvador glanced at Romero who was joining him on the table. “Can’t I see my sister-in-law?” asked Romero in more challenging way of tone, triggering Salvador to throw the glass he was holding. “Don’t you dare talking about my wife to-be here,” Salvador hissed, looked irritated. “When will you stop playing and messing around out there?” Salvador had heard about Romero who played as grim reaper in Denver and killed young girls and caused much terror in Jaxon Bradwood’s territory

"So, how is that lady in red connected to your boyfriend getting close to Marisa and drugging her?" Sally took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she continued to unravel the intricate web of secrets. "The thing is, Salvador Morello, the main boss, is mysterious even to us. None of us has ever laid eyes on him in our entire lives. Salvador has three front men, two women, and one man. These front men are our superiors. They go around, hiring us for various clandestine tasks, and we get paid for it. The lady in the red dress is one of Salvador's front men and our immediate superior. She's the one who sent us to abduct Marisa."

"You think I'm the villain here? Look around you. The world is already on the brink of collapse. I'm simply giving it a push in the right direction." James took a step closer, his laptop still in hand. "And you think killing millions is the answer?" Salvatore's gaze shifted to James, his tone sharp. "Collateral damage. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good." Sophia felt a surge of anger rise within her. "You're no savior. You're a monster." Salvatore's smile returned, cold and unfeeling. "Say what you will. But in the end, history will remember me as the one who had the courage to do what needed to be done."

It was not like he cared. "Oh...." Luna form drenched with guiltiness. "An sorry. I wasn't in my right mind yesterday." "It's alright." Salvador smile, his smile slipping when he realized he hadn't even introduced himself. "Garcia Salvador–My name." Mexican. Luna confirmed in her head. "Hubert Luna, and it's nice to meet you." Luna said sincerely. Something about Salvador made her feel comfortable. "So what were you doing?" Her eyes wandered to the book Salvador was holding, and he gave her a nervous smile.

Earlier tonight, after I’d saved the little girl, she had returned with two men who unlocked the storage room and pulled me out. Japheth Williams and Seth Williams, the two famous brothers of Williams Film Productions, had stood before me as I struggled to get up. The little girl I had saved happened to be their family. Everyone in the city knew Japheth Williams was disabled, but I couldn’t tell which of the brothers had stood before me. They kept their identities hidden so carefully that only their names were known. “I saved Angel because she was an adorable girl I couldn’t ignore,” I remembered telling them when they asked what reward I wanted.

She was silent the whole ride to the mountainside, he would caress her cold hand every couple of minutes but she was still not talking. "Markov? Yes, I'd be cashing out on that favor. The safe house, the red cabin I need to use it. It's a confidential manner, private matter. And I would need your best IT guy on loan..." He had contacted the Russian mob before they leave the motel. He was that desperate. Maxim had owed him a favor, they both had a thing where he would scratch his back and he would do the same. He had never asked for a personal favor, and Max was a bit startled but agreed to what Ian asked knowing that one day he would be the one who would be on the other line asking for a fav

He had a menacing grin for a twelve-year old. “You don’t belong here. You’re the people who came for the girl on the hill,” he said and gave me a smirk. “I’m Salvo.” “And this is the pier,” I said. “Nobody belongs here, man.” “Fishermen belong here,” the boy said. “Police pretend to. Tourists leave before they find out.” “What do you want, Salvo?” Andrew asked. “Uh-huh. I want Limoncello biscuits,” he said. “And I want to watch what happens to people who ask stupid questions.” He rang the bell again. He seemed to like the sound.

“You really think he won’t figure out you’re with the enemy army?” “I’m not playing anyone.” He took another step forward. The point of the sword was almost touching my chest. “You’ve got him wrapped around your finger,” he said. “Salvatore trusts you like a brother. He listens to you like you’re his second brain. And you use that to do what? Save our enemies?” “I didn’t save anyone,” I snapped, now angry. “I told him to leave. That’s it. No fight. No killing. Just leave so we could have our full army and focus on Donovan.”

He pulled it out and frowned at the screen. "Unknown number." He answered it anyway. "Hello?" His face went white. Dante was on his feet immediately. "Who is this?" Luca demanded into the phone. Then: "No. You're lying. He's in prison." Dante took the phone from him. "Who is this?" "Dante Salvatore." The voice was unfamiliar, male, with a heavy accent. "My name is Sergei Kozlov. Viktor's brother. We need to talk about returning what you stole from him."