101 Dalmatians Domino นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If only she knew. Looking up, she realized that it was starting to get dark and she must return home. Serena or rather Aria her wolf ran back home and saw that the door was opened by her brother as he stood there at the doorway talking to probably one of his admirers, not intention of sounding jealous or whatever. Who would be jealous of being hounded by the opposite sex anyway? She trotted up and seemingly in a teasing way collided with her dear brother, Damon. She shouted “SORRY! Brother”, over her shoulder as she ran straight to her room after her small act of mischief.

[Max’s POV] Damen is the devil himself! I love that man. I had not expected to take it this far already with our little mate, as she is human, and I am fighting so hard to not freak her out. Then, here comes Damen with his dark brilliance, bringing our mate to sit on my lap so we can play. Dominic (Dom), my wolf, is pacing in anticipation to complete our bond with her, as I am trying to reason with him that she is not ready, yet he insists she is.

Dom who was behind the wheels said, increasing his speed. "What car?" Dre said without looking up from his tablet. Sitting on the seat beside Dominic was Dmitri. He was dressed in black, just like every other person in the car. He peeked outside the window, his gaze hardening when he noticed the black car that was tailing them. "Shit, they've got us cornered" Dom cursed loudly, manoeuvring the steering wheel. He slammed hard on the brakes, throwing them forward. Dre unhooked his seatbelt, slipping out his gun. He nodded at him, ordering him to open the door.

Dominic walked a distance until he finally saw a small convenience store. He paused for a moment before heading towards the store. Inside the shop. Dominic finished his call with David and turned to the shopkeeper, asking, "How much?" "Ten dollars!" The shopkeeper, an old lady, replied with a faint glint in her eyes. Ten dollars for a call that lasted less than two minutes. Dominic furrowed his brow deeper and glanced at the T-shirts and shorts hanging on the wall beside the swimsuits, then spoke again, "I'll take some clothes too. Let's settle the bill together."

Maybe… Bam! I am still several feet from the door when it slams open. Dominic is here. But it’s not like it usually is. He doesn’t come strolling in with a suave smile. He doesn’t take his hat off and put it on the rack. He’s not wearing a hat. His head is bare and his thick dark curls are damp from rain. His face is a mask of determination and he has a look in his dark brown eyes I’ve never seen before. It’s ferocious and malevolent. It makes me move out of his way in a hurry.

He placed his hands on his thigh and smiled, “I have goods worth millions of dollars in there too, but I'm calm and composed. You should do the same.” Sandros clenched his fists tightly, “Really?” he leaned back and crushed the glass of wine in his hands, “Then you have a few hours left. I want my goods delivered in eight hours. Once it takes longer than that, I'll have your head.” Dominic swallowed hard before leaving, feeling the urge to punch Sandros in the face. If he would deliberately keep his goods, would he deliver himself to the tiger's den? He would have traveled out of the city before Sandros could find out.

her face lit up, “how does Vitale look? I couldn’t even get a picture of Adonis. Honestly, I was a little tired after Elias.” “Obviously! You offered me more deets than I expected.” She shrugged. I said, “To answer your question, he is kinda handsome.” “Kinda handsome?” She turned her cell to me with the same shirtless picture of Dom. “Anywhere near him? I would throw myself at him if I ever saw him. Just look at his face. Men like him aren’t supposed to be real.” “Domenico’s a ten.” She nodded in agreement as if I’d spoken nothing truer to her. I chuckled. “Adonis is a nine-point-seven-five.”

I asked, surprised. He nearly choked on his drink and set it down, clearing his throat. "How did you know?” “Your shirt rose up.” I tilted my head, eyes catching his. “What kind of tattoo? Let me see clearly.” Doman hesitated. His discomfort was obvious, but after a while he lifted the fabric to reveal the ink. It was a gun and skull sprawled across his stomach."I got this for fun. Nothing serious,” he said quickly. I shrugged, though inside my pulse quickened. Tattoos didn’t scare me, i worked for a mafia lord for three years. But Doman’s tattoo wasn’t just a mark, it was a warning. And yet, instead of fear, I felt a strange pull toward him.

"What am I doing in this place?" Rae’s fidgety fingers can't stop fidgeting. Dominic decided to treat her in a five-star Japanese restaurant, Ossu Fan, and pretty much all the employees here seem to know Dominic and call him Mr. Dom. Dominic booked them a VIP room, just a big dining room, consisting of a red orange-ish chandelier, vase of rose, and candles. The wallpaper is relaxing, there's a picture of a flying squirrel and various small animals on it. However, she feels like the flying squirrel is the main focus of all the small animals.

Emily said with mock sternness, "behave yourself." "I am behaving," he protested, still grinning. "I'm being welcoming and friendly, just like you taught me." He turned to me with exaggerated formality. "Mrs. Romano, welcome to the family. Try not to let he intimidate you too much. Beneath all that brooding, he's really just a big teddy bear." "A teddy bear?" I couldn't help but smile despite my nerves. "Are we talking about the same Vito Romano?" "Oh absolutely. You should see him when he's trying to figure out the coffee machine. All that power and influence, completely defeated by a simple button marked 'brew.'" Nicholas lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Last week I found him glaring a