Chapter 35 Thirty Five
Salvatore walked out of the mansion with the same calm posture he always wore.
Antonio was already waiting by the car, opening the door the moment he approached.
“Sir,” Antonio said quietly.
Salvatore didn’t answer.
He just got in.
The moment the door closed… Silence filled the car for a minutes then a slow smile formed on his face.
Like he was holding something back.
And then… It broke.
A laugh slipped out.
Low at first. Then louder.
Harder. Until it filled the inside of the car.
Antonio didn’t react immediately. He just stood outside, waiting. Then he stepped inside the driver seat and locked the door.
Salvatore leaned back in his seat, still laughing under his breath like something had finally amused him so hard.
“Did you see her?” he said suddenly, turning slightly toward the window, still smiling. “The way she looked at me?”
Another said nothing just sat still
Then Salvatore kept laughing… not in warm way on a crazy way. Enjoying whatever was causing him so much excitement.
“What’s your plan?” Antonio asked carefully.
That made Salvatore pause.
Just for a second. The smile didn’t leave his face.
It just changed…. Became dark. Like something more dangerous had settled behind it.
“The same as always,” Salvatore said.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes still distant.
“Make them fall for me.”
Antonio stayed quiet.
“And after that?” he asked.
Salvatore’s smile deepened just a little.
“You already know what happens after.”
Silence filled the car.
Then he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on his knee.
“But her…” he added slowly.
His eyes narrowed faintly, like he was thinking about something only he could see.
“I want to take my time with her.”
Antonio glanced at him through the mirror.
Salvatore’s voice dropped lower.
“She’s not like the others.”
A pause.
Then, almost amused again—“She thinks she’s hunting me.”
A quiet chuckle slipped out.
“If only she knew she’s just another piece in my game board.”
He leaned back into the seat again, his expression calm and cold.
“And Antonio,” he said softly.
“Yes, sir.”
Salvatore’s eyes stayed forward.
“Don’t interfere.”
The words weren’t loud. But carried a warning.
Antonio nodded once.
“Yes, sir.”
The car pulled away from the mansion gates, its headlights cutting through the early noon like a blade.
Inside, Salvatore had gone quiet again.
The laughter was gone.
So was the softness.
Only that calm, unreadable expression remained…like nothing had happened at all.
Antonio kept his eyes on the road.
After a few minutes, he spoke carefully.
“Your meeting with Elara’s father is still scheduled.”
Salvatore didn’t respond right away.
Then, flatly…
“I know.”
The rest of the drive passed in silence.
In the next one hour they arrived the building he was suppose to be meeting his dead wife’s father.
Antonio opened the door.
Salvatore stepped out adjusting his suit as they walked in to the long hall of the empty building and
at the end of it was — Elara’s father.
He stood near a long table, hands behind his back, trying to look calm.
“Salvatore Corvin,” the man said, forcing a polite tone. “You finally decided to show up .”
Salvatore didn’t even bother to soften his expression.
His eyes stayed cold.
“Let’s not waste time, Victor,” he said flatly. “Say what you came here to say.”
Victor’s jaw tightened at the use of his name like that.
“You really have no shame,” Victor said. “After everything… you still stand there like you’ve done nothing wrong.”
A slow breath left Salvatore. “ This again,” he muttered.
Victor stepped forward, anger breaking through his controlled tone.
“You killed my daughter.”
Salvatore looked at him now.
“Your daughter is dead,” he said simply. “Yes.”
Victor flinched at the bluntness.
“But don’t stand there and act like I’m the only reason,” Salvatore continued. His voice stayed calm. Almost bored. “She had a bastard with a gambling addiction for a father.”
Victor’s hands curled into fists behind his back.
“You destroyed her life.”
Salvatore tilted his head slightly.
“No,” he said. “You destroyed her life. You sold her to me. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten so soon. I still can remember how silly you looked and how disgusting it was to watch you.”
A heavy silence filled the room.
Victor’s voice dropped.
“You’re a monster.”
This time , something dark flickered in Salvatore’s eyes.
“Takes one to know one,” he said quietly.
Victor’s breath shook.
“You think you can keep doing this?” he asked. “Hiding behind money, power—killing whoever you want?”
Salvatore stepped forward just one pace.
“I didn’t come here to argue,” Salvatore said. “I came here to give you a warning.”
Victor didn’t move he just stood there clothes dirty like he had been sleeping on the street.
Salvatore’s voice lowered.
“Stop coming after me.”
A pause.
Then he added, even calmer— “Or you’ll regret it..”
Victor let out a bitter laugh.
“You already took everything from me. What more can you do?”
That made Salvatore stop for a second.
His expression didn’t change. But his eyes sharpened slightly.
“You’re mistaken,” he said quietly. “I haven’t taken everything yet.”
That silence after hit harder than the words.
Antonio, standing near the door, didn’t move.
Victor swallowed, but forced himself to stand his ground.
“This isn’t over,” he said.
Salvatore finally turned slightly, as if losing interest.
“It is for you,” he replied.
Then he looked at Antonio.
“Let’s get the fuck out of there.”