Dom Toretto Family Novels & Stories

And Papa had made it clear that whoever in the Morandi family married me would gain the right to merge all of the Vito family's assets with the Morandi family's. The Vito family controlled the most important port and three-quarters of the smuggling routes, not to mention countless legitimate businesses. Everyone knew how massive that pool of resources was. Obviously, Dario knew it, too. After a moment, Dario regained his composure and even chuckled. "Are you threatening me?" "No," I said. "I'm just telling you that you're not indispensable. Besides, don't you already have someone you like?" I nodded toward Lina Greco, who was quietly edging closer to him.

A minor captain who ran a crew on the West Side for my father. My father's face was a mask, but I felt the temperature drop again. "Tommy Castellano?" he repeated softly. "Yes! Yes!" Brenda thought she saw a flicker of hope. "He's the one who got me the job here! We're family!" Leo, the consigliere, stepped over and whispered something in my father's ear. My father nodded, then looked back at Brenda. "I see," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Leo, make a note. As of tomorrow, Tommy Castellano and his entire family are no longer associated with the Morettis."

Three years can change a lot. The Rossi-Torrino alliance was more successful than anyone had imagined. Julian opened up the European markets for us, and my knowledge of the Italian landscape made our expansion seamless. Our combined power had quietly eclipsed even the once-mighty Moretti family. "Ma'am, Dante Moretti returned to Verona today," my butler informed me as I ate my breakfast. My hand paused for a fraction of a second over my toast. "Oh? Is his term up?"

“And three days from that, you’ll have to be off for LA to speak to Trentino.” “That I remembered.” I scrunched my face. “Do I really need to attend Danilo’s party?” Dom gave an obvious nod. “You should. Now that you’ve declined his daughter’s hand in marriage, you should at least try to keep him on his best behaviour. He is one of the most powerful and trustworthy underbosses we’ve got, despite his age.” “Age is not the matter here. That man’s got his shit figured out.” We both laughed. “Can you send Orazio my way? I need to work on a healthy negotiation with the Rossis.”

Dominic retreated to the living room and checked his emails on his laptop while she hummed to herself in the kitchen. At some point in the near future, he’d have to meet with Lorenzo Altobella to finalize his arranged marriage to his daughter. The agreement had been made on the day of her birth, and Conrad would escort him to that meeting to make sure the contract was signed. Lorenzo Altobella was one of the Famiglia Elders and an important man. He held the monopoly on the strip clubs in the city, and the Manso family worked directly under him. Luca Manso was one of the heads and paid tribute to the godfather as well as the Elders.

I asked as we went into the bathroom together. “Well it is a complicated tree.” Liora began, Italian accent dripping from each word. “You can make it less complicated.” I replied. She stared at me, hesitated for a while, then began. “The Moretti family consists of the Godfather Vincenzo, He's the oldest in the Clan. His business is different from the one the Don runs, but I believe it still has a connection with the Don. There's Nikolai and Frederico, his half brothers. And Elena The Godfather's wife.” She replied.

I barged into the door kicking it down as I entered with all my men behind me. The plate of the car that had been watching Club Solara belonged to the Morretti family, allies of the Riccardi family. It didn't take long for me to know that Dante was behind it. “ Don Santoro. Your visit is very disturbing. You came with guns. Are you trying to break the code and attack your own people?” Mr. Morretti asked.

“I merged the families, just like you wanted.” He stared at me, his eyes growing wide. “Did you marry Roman?” I shook my head. “No, not Roman. He’s dead.” “Dead?” he asked. “I killed him,” Domenico said from the corner of the room. My father sneered at Domenico. “I see you survived.” I held up my hand featuring some random ring. It was a prop, our wedding not until the weekend. “As I was saying—I merged the families, just like you always wanted.”

The frightening Dominic. She doubted Dominic even knew she existed. The only time he looked at anyone was to give them his icy glare. Apart from that, he kept to himself. Some said he ran the family business alongside his father. A business that none of them knew what it entailed. But one thing was certain, The Montego family was rolling in dough. The family home had been a castle that got converted into a home. With twenty bedrooms, and four sitting areas. Three libraries, two massive kitchens, a home theater that no one used, and a few other rooms that were locked.

But she was now Natalia. After she regained her memories, it didn't take her long to figure out who Dom was. A quick search online revealed his full name was Dominic Valentini. Age 38 and currently the head of the Valentini mafia family. They were rivals with the Parisi family. If Dom got a hold of Orlando's location, he would kill him. That meant Leo Parisi would go to jail where it would be easy for them to get rid of him and successfully take out their biggest competitor. Thalia wondered if telling the truth was the right thing to do.