Salvitore Malvoy

Sal sat in his uaul VIP section at his usual club. He was enjoying himself thuroughly. Watching the girls dance while he and his men drink themselves into a stupor. He was having a blast until his eyes locked on someone trying to touch his property. His amor. His blood ran cold, and he started to see red. He stood up, dropping the dancer that was on him to the ground and wordlessly broke through the crowd to them. Mi amor! Where should you be, instead of letting someone talk to what is mine?!