Dom Toretto Family Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

The Romano family had always been meticulous, but the depth of the secrets she uncovered went far beyond what she had imagined. She read, her eyes scanning passages that revealed alliances formed and broken, deals struck in shadows, and sacrifices made for reasons she had never known. Most shocking was the revelation about her father, Carlo Romano. He had not betrayed the Moretti family out of ambition or malice, but to protect both the Romano and the De Luca families. Don Moretti, it seemed, had been planning to annihilate both houses to seize control of the region. Carlo had acted decisively, preemptively, to preserve what mattered most: family.

She had watched her brothers and sisters try to find themselves again as their parents divorced as if it really was the basic structure for their own lives. As she got to the club, she saw a few other faces that she knew. It wasn’t like they lived in a big area, so it wasn’t uncommon to run into the family that she had grown up with alongside her own. This night she saw three of the men from that family and two of her own brothers as well. She shook her head. She looked down at herself and knew one or more of them would have something to say. She found her friend, Marco. They went to a booth that he had reserved. “Sorry, kids, I forgot that this is the happening place.” He chuckled.

Fiametta had swaggered in on ten centimeter high heels in a short mini dress in cerise looking tacky as ever and sat at the far end, her eyes blazing as she glared at me, Enzo seated as far from her as possible, his expression cold. Rosalia fidgeted nervously, while Maria and Monica flanked me protectively. Domenico stood, commanding the table’s attention, his weathered face lit by the glow of the sea beyond. “Family,” he began, his voice deep and steady, “tonight is special. Valentina, you’ve proven yourself to be worthy of the Ricchezza name, baby or no baby. I give you and Raffaele my blessing, inheritance be damned. I am naming Raffaele my successor"

“Domenico showed up, and the bastard Lycan tried threatening me. Inna and Dimitri were here, you could ask them how Donatello slammed the man’s head against the wall…” “He did what?” Nathan asked, stopping me. “Domenico wanted to fight me, and my brother stood up to him. That lead to more shit than this family could want to handle, and I do not think that you are ready to hear about the fact that he could come back to see you” I said, glaring at my husband "he said that you are 'tampering’ with his businesses, and that is something that he does not want to accept. Now, if he does come here, and does see you, regardless of whatever shit you two had going on in the past, don’t you think that y

His hair was a huge mess and had a sharp chin. Although, he looked unkeot, still, behind it all, he was effortlessly handsome. I shook off that idea. "Who are you?" I questioned. "I..." the guy said, feeling so big to introduce himself; "...am Toretto. The son to Dominic Monika." He let out a huge grin. I just stood there puzzled. "I am sorry, who is Dominic Monika." The guy fidgeted a little; "You are joking, right? you seriously don't know who Dominic Monika is?! Are you pulling my legs?" his voice suddenly became calm and serious. No longer light and friendly as before. I froze.

“So what if it’s the Morretti family? What is he, some errand boy? Let me tell you—even if the Don of the Morretti family himself came here today, this necklace would still have to be given to my sister!” The moment the words left his mouth, the door of the VIP room burst open along with a rush of chaotic footsteps. Through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw a man in the corridor—his face dark and grim—surrounded by a group of burly men in black. Alessandro Morretti, the current Don of one of New York’s Five Mafia Families. One of his hands had already slipped into the inner pocket of his suit.

He belonged to the entertainment industry for real! “I could never father such an ingrate." He spat. “Really?" Dominik's face turned cold. I shivered at the cruelty that flashed on his face, I was so focused on his face that the loud smack and stifled yelp made me jerk. I looked back to Morretti to see Dominik's driver by the side. From the look of things, he had smacked Morretti on the face. “You would be sent out of the country along with your family to start your lives all over again."

“The Morettii as in the Italian Morettii family?” Even I knew that name. Who doesn't know the Morettii's? That family practically owned half of Italy. They were a powerful dynasty of money so old it should be in a museum Happiness and guilt doused over me at the same time. “The Morettii never contracted American Luxury arrived before" I informed, because that too was common knowledge. They only worked with European contractors. My gaze honnned on Mr Voss, who was watching me with amusement and something else that made my heart swell.

Carlotta smiles at the man. “What’s he doing here?” Dominique speaks for the first time since we sat down. Lorenzo chuckles as he turns to look at Dominique. “The last time I checked, Dom, I’m also part of this family.” “Is that so?” Dominique’s tone is venomous. What’s going on in his family anyway? Do they all have grievances against each other? Camilla gives me a sympathetic look while the others pretend to dig into their food as the waitresses leave. He did tell me their family was complicated, but I wasn’t expecting this level of complications.