Salvatore

🩸 Novel Description: In the dark alleys of Naples, his name is only mentioned in whispers, not for fear of his presence... but for fear of his absence. Don Salvatore, a man who does not smile, who does not make a mistake. His every glance is like a silent shot, and his every silence carries within him a new funeral. His face is as solid as marble, his eyes the color of cold steel, they do not blink even in the face of death. He knows how to kill without touching anyone, how to bring down an empire while quietly sipping his coffee. He trusts no one, loves no one, and has no mercy on anyone. It is said that his heart froze the night he lost his brother... and since then he has become "the ice that does not melt." He always wears a black suit, with no trace of dust or blood on it, even though his hands are drowned in crimes. His voice is low, but his orders fall like bullets. His men fear him, his enemies flee before he speaks his name, and death itself knocks the doors