Dean Domino 소설 & 이야기

It was a new message from him. Dominanttothecore: “Yes. You can call me Dom while we talk, and if we meet up, I demand it. It is good that you asked. I’ve read your profile, and I like what I see. But let me be clear, if you’re only looking for a quick thrill, I’m not the Dom for you. I want a steady, devoted play partner, someone I can push, test, and train, someone who learns my expectations, who obeys without hesitation, and who trusts me to take control and fulfill every need. In return, I will demand their loyalty, attention, and surrender because anything less will never be enough.”

Lee noticed. “I will be going to varsity with you,” I said, smiling, as I rubbed my hands together. Then realization dawned on her, and her eyes widened. “Who will foot the bill?” “Domenico freaking Lombardi.” Lee sprung from her seat, her eyes wide open. “What? What exactly do you mean?” I tilted my head at her and motioned for her to sit. I smirked as I watched her nervously take a seat. “Kate is here, and she is meeting Domenico. I’m going to woo Domenico Lombardi right in front of her.” I said as I gulped down the rest of my wine, suddenly feeling the need to drink some more.

The sun seemed to be away from him. Downstairs, the Don’s sitting room smelled of scotch and new leather. Dante’s morning voice had its own weight; he used it to move men and markets. He picked up the phone before the call connected, barking brief instructions as if the line were a man he wanted ordered into place. Dominic’s number appeared on the screen. When Dominic answered, he always sounded professional because everything meant business to him. “Signore Romano,” he said, the formal address smooth as silk.

He had a mean right hook, and the look on his face right now was stormy enough to warrant concern. “Damien? My boss?” he gritted out, still looking like he was two seconds from strangling me to death. “Yes,” I affirmed, chuckling nervously. “Damien Du Pont, himself. The vampire king of New Orleans.” “Whatever made you think there’s something between us?” Dominic was fully facing me now. His hands were crossed over his chest. He seemed no longer interested in shooting silver bullets into imaginary rogues. “I don’t know, Dom. Maybe it’s the energy between you? Or the electric sexual tension that anyone around you two could practically choke on?” I was framing my sentences as questions because

Derek said with a note of finality. Deidre scoffed with revulsion. “You aren’t going to get Chelsea back if you continue with that kind of thinking.” “Yeah, yeah. What was the guy’s name?” “Dominic Donalds. I had looked him up online. He owns the four-star hotel chain, Valentin. It appears he’s pretty wealthy.” “Damn. How long do you think they have been seeing each other?” “I have no idea.” Deidre’s phone chimed. She took a quick look at it. “Oh, it’s almost six o’clock.” She stood.

“I knew I wanted him. Every crazy, every ounce of that fury. And, lucky me—he wanted me too.” He exhaled heavily, pouring another drink but holding it steady this time. His grip on the glass tightened as he stared down at the glittering shards on the floor below. “He’ll understand. One day, he’ll know that everything I do is for his good. He’ll always know that. Right?” Connor nodded. “Yes, Boss.” “Good.” Domenico’s lips twisted into a thin smile before darkening again. His gaze drifted back to the glass walls. “For now, I don’t care who he ends up with. A boy, a girl… a fucking horse, for all I care—”

It was the twins. They were in a room, embracing each other and trembling. Elena looked petrified and Lorenzo kept his arms around her. I had brought this on them. My heart turned inside out. “Do you want more or do I send an order for them to be taken out?” Domino asked. “You betrayed me,” I said coldly. Domino took another step forward and smiled. “The thing is I never worked for you. I was always with her,” he said. “Drop the gun,” he ordered again.

“Heart?” “Yes!” I point at him. “You can taste the passion in every bite.” Alex chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re being ridiculous.” “No, you’re being ridiculous, not me” I argue. “You’re out here defending mediocre pizza like it’s some heavenly experience.” “First of all, Domino’s is not mediocre. Second, you can’t even call Vince’s authentic.” He leans forward slightly, his smirk widening. “You do know they import their dough from a factory, right?”

he agreed. He crouched down to Debbie’s level. “Hi there. I’m Dominic. Looks like I’ll be your daddy for the competition today.” “I know who you are,” Debbie replied matter-of-factly. “You’re the Ice Cream Uncle. You bought me chocolate with rainbow sprinkles.” “That’s right,” he laughed. “Good memory.” “Are you good at games?” she asked seriously. “The best,” he promised, matching her serious tone. “Can you help us beat Tommy?” She pointed discreetly at the blond boy.

“I was going to tell you the news last time but I never got the chance.” “What the fuck is this?” Domino growled. “My official installment and first appearance as the C.E.O of Ray & Zane’s Technology.” Domino's face registered the shock and he argued. “And what’s so great about that?” “Maybe, you haven't been reading the news. But that makes me the richest man after Zane in this room.” Domino's face fell to a frown as the words sank in. “I want out of the Mafia.” “No one leaves the Mafia, alive—”