Dom Toretto Family Novels & Stories

Maybe my family—the Moretti family—did the same until the war was brought to our doorstep, leaving a trail of dead people, including our own blood. The Romano Family was the most powerful Crime Family ruling the city then and still now. Every family, every boss, and every man—whoever went against them was taken down so mercilessly that even the Gods questioned the sanity of these men—Alessandro and his sons, Viktor and Dominic. Vice ran in their veins like warm blood. A generation ago, my father, Dante Moretti, made the very mistake of overthrowing the then-boss, Alessandro Romano, and the war had cost us everything. My father was brought to his knees and fled from the city.

“It would be better if you would behave. Your family will get less money if we have to sell you drugged. Your price is already low as you aren’t a virgin anymore.” I gulp down my protest as I don’t want to snitch on Domenico. Lowering my gaze, I nod. “I will behave. Please don’t cut their money even more.” He scoffs, as he takes out of his jacket what looks like a brioche. Picking it up hungrily, I devour it instantly. I don’t care that he laughs at me as he turns around to walk away. “We have to feed you properly before we start showing you to clients.”

His entire being radiated a palpable sense of cold fury. It was then that a link to a news article was shared with the group chat. "Dominic Romano Allegedly Suffers From Impotence; Prospects for Inheriting the Famiglia Legacy Terminated." The article featured photos of Dominic and me visiting a urology department, along with several sets of examination data. "Is that why Isabella is cheating on Dominic?" Dominic immediately initiated a family video call. Mom, Dad, and various senior members of the famiglia appeared on the screen.

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

I felt it settle in my chest, heavy and uncomfortable, but I didn't let it show even as her words pierced deeper. "You can decide whatever you want, Màmmà" Domenico said, his voice calm, but there was something colder beneath it now. "But choose carefully. She's not only my wife, but family," His mother let out a short, humorless laugh. "Famiglia?" she repeated. "You bring a stranger into this house, tie her to our name without so much as a word, and you expect us to accept her as family?" "I don't expect anything from you," he replied. "Ma la rispetterai." [But you will respect her.]

The room fell silent as all eyes turned towards him. "My dear family," Dominic announced in Italian, his voice commanding attention as he made his way towards the front of the table. As Dominic took his place at the head of the table, a tension-filled silence settled over the room. "My dear family, I stand before you today as your new Don," Dominic began, his voice resonating with authority. "However, before we can all move into a new era, we must first ensure that all of our late Don's affairs are properly settled. We owe it to him to honor his memory and secure our family's future in the drug game."

“No thanks. I’ll just keep this.” I turned to face Draco, to find him calling me to join him as the elevator doors opened and he stepped in. I went to hurry after him, when a voice from behind stopped me. “Ma’am…we have something for you.” * * Rosanna’s P.O.V: Rosanna Donatello…the only daughter of the Donatello Famiglia, the heir to the Donatello fortune…threw aside the tablet that one of her father’s men held out for her, before slapping him across the cheek.

But Dominic saw it—the quick glances, the flash of something unsure that he couldn’t get before his eyes darted back to his plate. Dante lifted his glass, his gaze sweeping over them both with something unsure and uncertain. “Loyalty,” he said, his voice soft but lethal, “is what keeps this family alive. Betrayal…” He paused, sipping his wine, “…rots it from the inside.” The words fell heavy, pressing into Matteo’s chest like iron weights. Dominic’s hand tightened around his fork, knuckles white. He forced himself to smile faintly, responding with some legal phrase about land holdings, twisting the conversation back to safe ground.“Of course, Don,” Dominic said smoothly, his tone controlled

Dominic and Finn, completely thrilled that they had managed to get an audience with him after so many years of trying. They entered the grand boardroom and sat down. Mr. Jorge, who had already rehearsed everything he wanted to say, didn’t waste any time when he was given the chance to represent his business proposal. "Before I move forward, Mr. Morreti, I would like you to know how deeply my family, the Carters have always dreamed of being in connection with the Morretis," Mr. Carter began. "It was something my father had wished to do with your dad before he passed away. So, I had to carry on such a legacy, passed on to myself, to honor the name Morreti until our last breath." He muttered th

"They follow my orders, they'll follow yours." "Go buy your wife that quiet house in the suburbs," Dominic said, clapping his old ally on the shoulder. "Pick whatever place she wants. The family's paying for the whole thing. Call it a retirement gift." Alexei smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes softening. "You're building a hell of an empire, Dominic." "We built it together," Dominic said, looking out at the city. "Now go take care of your family." The fireplace crackled inside the Moretti Manor library. Dominic sat behind his desk, signing off on a stack of shipping logs.