Dom Toretto Family の小説・ストーリー

“Renovating the house. Dom’s penthouse is on the market, mostly staged for buyers, but his things have already been moved. We replaced a lot of furniture. If you need anything, it’s in storage. You can have it.” Marco nodded, absorbing the offer. Sade continued, her voice even and business-like. “We’re also planning a family photo after the babies are born. It’ll include my parents, your mother, your grandmother, and Dom’s family. You’re part of our family, so we are extending the invitation to you to also join us.” Marco stared at her, unreadable. Dom sipped his water, letting the silence stretch. Finally, Marco gave a short nod. “Yeah, just let me know when.”

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

"I'm your grandfather. Your Nonno. I'm. I'm so honored to share my name with you. So grateful you're here. So proud of your parents. So excited to watch you grow. To know you. To love you. Welcome to the family. Welcome to the Morettis. Welcome to everything we've built. Everything we've become. Everything we're still becoming." Tears. Unashamed tears. This was everything. This moment. This life. This continuation. This proof that change was real. That redemption was possible. That love conquered everything. --- Two weeks later. Extended family gathering. Azores. Everyone coming. Celebrating. Meeting Dante Jr. Welcoming the newest Moretti. Leo and Maya. Both kids. Exhausted but joyful. Adjus

Seven years of marriage, and I was finally pregnant. I stood there clutching the test results, my fingertips white from gripping too hard. I was born into the Morretti Family, one of the oldest and most powerful crime dynasties in New York. As the pampered daughter of the Don, I had been promised to Dorian since childhood, a political match, two families bound by one bloodline of power. That was the deal, and I had told myself it was love.

Dominic answers. “Okay, I don't want a war, we are not our father. But Renata is pregnant and her baby is a Valentini. If she doesn't marry my brother, we will take the child from her.” “You can't do that to a mother!” Demetrius says. “So she married my brother.” “She doesn't want to marry him!” Dominic says. “Renata and Filippo have had a romance, and she loves him. I am sure that my brother will convince her of the marriage, but if she still refuses, I will not leave a Valentini unprotected, this baby belongs with my famiglia, we will not give that up.”

I raise an eyebrow, "Not one out of my three Capos is here but you see it fit that I, the Capo dei Capi should be here?" They exchange looks, but not one of them speaks. I watch Dominic and he shakes his head. "Carry on," I recline in my seat. "What is it that you're interrupting my afternoon for. " Don Cato starts, "It's about the Romano family." He says, infuriating me even more but I nod for him to continue. "As you know, the mourning period ended yesterday and I got in contact with Vito Romano to find out who the new don is and he said Dante left his seat to his daughter."

I knew she was warning me: study hard, or you’ll end up like them. Valentina was bullied by my mother herself and eventually transferred schools. Enzo became dark and silent. His grades were brilliant. He could have gone to an Ivy. Instead, he gave up studying in the U.S. and went straight to LSE in London. I vaguely knew his family was rich. But I never imagined how rich. The Morettis were just ordinary people from Brooklyn. The Vitales? One of the most powerful Mafia families in New York. Enzo’s father, Domenico Vitale, controlled port businesses up and down the East Coast.

I did not press or urge him and instead waited patiently even though I felt physically and emotionally weak. Even if Roan and I don't later end up together, he should be glad that I could give him this treatment. Finally, he spoke up, “Elena, I got intel that the Moretti family has always been in Italy, but in a secluded place, a place you won't even think of. Dominic might be back to get more connections because of the enmity between the ancient families. He needs more powerful allies; that must be why he's back. However, I'm not sure how authentic this news is.”

They looked like a real family. “Almost believable, isn’t it?” Maritzio mused as he entered the room. “How are you?” He looks over my body, his eyes never pausing on my hands or legs longer than a second. This is where Domenico must’ve learned, I realize. He is growing on his father’s tricks. The realization kicks in that this is why I am married to this family. My father knew he no longer stood a chance. I was the tool he used to save what dignity he wanted to have left. I surprise myself when I take notice of the fact I do not care for his reasons any longer.

"You need to be here today. All the Moretti family's books are in your head. Those old foxes need to see you sitting here to feel confident this deal is solid." A few crew leaders with scarred faces walked over holding glasses of bourbon. Deep down, they looked down on women. But they feared Dominic, so the only way they could reclaim their pathetic male ego was by making me drink. "Ma'am, you gotta drink this one for the Don. All these years, without you keeping his books straight, the family couldn't have held onto this throne." I stared at that dark brown liquid. My stomach cramped. Dominic still wasn't looking at me.