Novel & Cerita Dom Toretto Family

But as soon as the photo went live, Dominic's father immediately called demanding a family gathering. The Moretti estate buzzed with quiet conversations and the gentle clinking of crystal glasses as the family gathered for the evening. Waiters in black and white moved silently between guests carrying trays of Dom Pérignon champagne. Dominic's father, Geovanni Moretti, stood talking with other family members when I entered. Dominic's arm was wrapped protectively around my waist, and I could feel the expensive silk of his Versace shirt against my skin. Whispers erupted as people gasped in shock. Some were too stunned to see me with the heir and heires of the Moretti family. After divorcing Mar

“He asks us to prepare for a dinner gathering tonight.” My heart sinks. A dinner gathering. “A dinner gathering?” I murmur, staring blankly at Hannah. “With whom?” “The Morettis,” Hannah sighs, her shoulders slumping. “I’ve worked for the Romano family for twelve years, Nadia. I’ve watched the Don grow into the man he is today. He wasn’t always this cold… but he changed completely after that incident.” I want to ask what incident. But I know better not to, because I wouldn’t get any answers.

The memory hit without warning: me, standing in the middle of the dining hall last night, eyes red-rimmed, saying to him, "Domenico, I didn't hurt her. Please, just believe me this once." But he hadn't believed me. He'd chosen to lock me away instead. His breathing came apart. It felt like his chest had been split open with bare hands. And then Domenico Ferrante, the Don of the most powerful family in the city, dropped to his knees. He reached out with trembling fingers, trying to touch the body. Yet the moment his fingertips grazed the blackened skin, he recoiled as though he'd been burned, like he simply could not accept it.

The financial world, unlike my wife, refused to wait. Domenico sat across the steel table from me, looking simultaneously like a battle-worn general and a grieving son. He was the Don now, bearing the weight of his father’s tragic end and the responsibility for a family still reeling from the violent upheaval. He looked at the vast tactical map spread between us, a map that showed the old Salvatore holdings—the shipping lanes, the shell companies, the compromised banks—as white spaces waiting to be claimed.

Still holding her in his arms, he rushed past me, saying only a curt, "Stop causing trouble." When I first got the news, I thought Domenico had been set up by the Constanzo family. I even wondered if someone within our own ranks had tried to set him up and shake the famiglia's foundation. Never in my worst nightmares did I expect it would be her—Lorita Moretti. Ever since Domenico met her at the Bianchis' gala a year ago, he started bringing her up without even realizing it. As a bastard child surviving between factions, she reminded him of the hardships he experienced before he fought his way to the top.

Paolo’s voice trembled again as he pushed further. “Please help us,” he pleaded. “You-you are now the man of my daughter, and that makes us relatives. So can you please—” “No.” Domenico cut him off instantly, his voice colder than before. “I’m not your relative.” He stated firmly. “I’m the man Renata will marry in the future. And she hasn’t even decided whether she wants the likes of you in her life. So, you better refrain from tainting my name in such a disgusting way,” Domenico warned, and without waiting, he hung up the call.

He then looked past me, at his men that were still looming over us by the door. "Boys, welcome our newest member..." Quentin paused, looking at Dom expectantly. "Dom." He answered curtly. Dom was certainly doing better than I was. If he felt as nervous and anxious as I did to get out of this place, it definitely didn't show. The guy looked as if he was at home – the relaxed body language that he showed was unrivalled. His answer triggered another howl of laughter. "Dom... Dominic Toretto? Man, I love that movie."

“And what are you doing here this late?” Five years ago, my father had gone to Kai Valentino with an offer. A business alliance, a merger between the Rossi family empire and Valentino Enterprises. But my father had come home from that meeting quieter than I had ever seen him, and the only thing he said at dinner that night was that “Valentino had declined. Just that. Valentino had declined.” Within months of that refusal, the conversations about the Moretti family began, the Moretti family where the second most powerful mafia company in Roma. And that was how I met Damon Moretti again at the company gala five years ago and instantly had a crush on him.

I say. "You have no right to interfere in the business of the Italian Mafia. You have no right to come after my family. My mother and my father gave me the family so that I can retire. We are one of the most significant families in this city. Your father and Dante needs my help. Who are you to tell me that I don't deserve to be a Donna? I have grown up in an Italian Mafia family. And I have been trained to become the Donna of the Moretti family ever since I was a child. You think you're tough just because she took out one little cartel boss? You are not trained well enough to go after the cartel. You just got lucky. Don Romani, please ask your daughter to apologize to me or else I will take

"Mr. Amatucci, you need to leave. Please tell Mr. Penn to come in as he is taking charge of Ms. Chase's care." I bit my lip against the furious look that shrouded Dom's face at the order. He opened his mouth, a dark light in his eye. "If you're an asshole to her, I'll nut punch you so hard your grandchildren will feel it, Domenico." He danced out of distance. "You want to lay hands on my junk, you do it nicely." He winked at me. "Knew you wanted me." I rolled my eyes. Looked back at the doctor. "Sorry. Drama, drama, drama,"