Salvos 소설 & 이야기

He covered me with a blanket, kissed my forehead, and pulled out his phone. “Marco is safe,” he said, his voice muffled as he spoke to his men. “We got him out. Take Elias to the compound. He's going to disappear.” He hung up and walked back to me. He knelt in front of the sofa, taking my hands in his. “It's over,” he said softly. “The Scorpions are gone. Elias is gone. We are safe.” I looked at him, at the blood on his face, at the exhaustion in his eyes.

I ran to the nightstand like an excited little girl who's crush texted her for the first time and opened my messages. You've used 80% of your data I sighed disappointedly. All of a sudden I received another message, a smile finding itself on my face as I opened it up The Domino's 50% off pizza deal! Spend $30 or more and get 50% off! Just use code SAVEBIG2. I was so naive, why did I think he would text me anyway. I jumped on the bed into a lying position, frustratedly. I frowned when I heard screeching from below. I quickly jumped off and checked to see if Estella was okay. I totally forgot she was there. I looked underneath and found her giggling quietly.

“Do not play games with me. You will give me answers. Or your empire burns—from north to south. Forty-eight hours. You get her name cleared, or I destroy everything you have ever built.” A small laugh escaped him. “Forty-eight hours?” “Yes. Forty-eight hours,” I repeated. My men shifted, silent and ready. The room felt alive, like a beast waiting to pounce. Salvatore’s smirk widened. Then he said something that froze the blood in my veins. “Do you remember the Domingos?” I blinked. The name was like a bomb detonating in my mind. “What do you mean?” I asked cautiously. “They returned,” Salvatore said smoothly. “Empowered, funded, and seeking revenge. I aligned with them.”

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

him. "He thinks he can take it back," I muttered, staring at my reflection. My eyes looked wide, the pupils blown out. "He thinks he can expose the Sunder-Link." I grabbed my burner phone from the nightstand. I needed to know who the real Red Savior was. If I could find the official name on the Tithe registry, I could prove John was a fraud before he even opened his mouth. I’d make him look like a liar on top of everything else. I typed a message to my contact in Officer Miller’s office: Find the name on the Sacrificial Contract. Now. I don’t care who you have to bribe.

Oh God, I’m crying out for an angelic helping hand which would protect me with all might as the thunderstorm roars through my life I know there is no hiding place but only my almighty God in thee Hide me under your powerful wings where I’ll be secured indeed Turn the rainstorm down on this darkly gruesome yet awesome tempest I know you’re in control God but I’m so tired and drained These things are all your work so I know it’s meant to be only give me wisdom to do what’s expected of me There are precautions I must take as yet on earth I live my life I know I must keep praying and your blessings you will grace my soul. But now, I am tired and I can’t live anymore. Please, accept me in your ar

"Wrong timing, I have a lot to deal with and tackle than looking for a random person. You should come some other time " I said dismissively and called the guards. "We are not leaving until we leave with her and it's a plea, we don't know how she got here but there seems to be an understanding somewhere." He said plainly without any iota of plea in his tone, it was more like an order more of a plea. "Who the fuck are you?" "I'm Salvador" "Get the fuck out and get the rag sitting on the place away this minute." He chuckled and stood up and that's when I saw the mark,that familiar tattoo of the moon on his right arm.

Standing tall like the owner of this manor, back from the dead, with his army, ready to take revenge. “You Russo’s never learn” Salvador said grabbing a piece of bread from the table and tearing it aggressively with his teeth. “You owe me a lot you know…” he said walking towards my father, his heavy footsteps slapping heavily against the wooden floor. “You literally owe me your entire existence, El Russo” he teased my fathers face with the end of his gun, causing uncle Tee to jerk towards him, but he was immediately pinned down his seat by Salvadors men. “Constantly trying to end my life…” he let out another sadistic laugh. “But I, Salvador, I am not easily brought down” he said settling fin

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