Dom Toretto Family Novels & Stories

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.

‎Alice’s POV ‎“Amelia Coke?” I ask, my voice catching slightly in my throat. “You mean the Amelia that’s close to Victor?” ‎Dad sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, rubbing a tired hand over his face. “Yes… that’s her. I was surprised myself when I was told she’s one of them.” ‎A cold feeling settles in my stomach. ‎“Dad, are you sure?” ‎“Yes,” he says firmly, his expression darkening. “I was told her family started the Russian Mafia empire many years ago.”

“My name is Benedetto Amato and I am the Capo of the Amato Family. Three days ago, my Family was personally attacked, the car that my wife was using was bombed, and her brother's wife lost her life. It is time that the Barone Family pay for all of the wrongs that they have done. I am in favor of retaliation." Someone from the Gambino Family stands up and interrupts me. "It's funny you say that Benedetto when your Family has been in cahoots with the Barone Family for years. How do we know you're not a rat? You could be making this stuff up. Who invited you anyway?" The man carries on. "Quiet you! Vito yells, his vein throbs from his head. The man looks up at Vito, stunned. "Benedetto is here

After that, it was dominoes. The Moretti family's cash flow collapsed within a week. They just didn't know yet that this was only the beginning.

Terenzio said, his voice low but strong. I wanted to barge in, to catch all of them off guard and call them off on their façade, but my legs shook and I could not move. Dom bellowed, “They’re baiting my patience here, De Vitto. I get that the other side of your family is fucked up, but if anyone, anyone, turns my sister into a pawn, I’ll make their lives a living hell. Send this message out loud and clear.” “It’ll die down. I need some time. I can’t lay a finger on France until I have some solid proof.”

The inside of the estate still smelled like old smoke, the bones of the Moretti family still buried under the marble floors, their portraits hanging crooked, dust caking the edges of the gilded frames. And standing beneath the grand chandelier, wearing that same fucking smile like he owned every piece of Noa’s soul Dominik. “Welcome home, baby brother.” Noa’s grip tightened on his gun. “Cut the shit.” Dominik’s eyes flicked to Alessio and Luca. “Bring your boyfriends. Cute.” “Bring my family,” Noa snapped. “Really? Because I think your real family’s waiting for you in the back room.” Dominik’s grin sharpened. “You didn’t come all this way just for me.”

The Dominic family was the tainted family that Old Master Stefani mentioned, and they were not allowed to resurface. Judging from history, the Dominic family, which was listed as an extremely dangerous family, would definitely cause damage to the stability of Somerland once it joined the WTO. They were domineering and arrogant, and they would do anything they wanted to. They viewed life as a joke, and they would not be bound by the laws of Somerland. This could be seen in what Axel, the eldest son of the Dominic family, said just now. If that was the case, David did not need to leave him a way out.

“Since we’re in San Celestino, let’s treat it like a short vacation. Zoe Conti and Sara Moretti are here too. We can have dinner together.” Leonardo’s expression eased slightly. “Sara is back in Dalia?” After the Marchesi and Tommaso families collapsed, the Moretti family had risen to become the wealthiest in Milano. Sara Moretti, their only daughter, had been Lorenza’s closest friend since childhood. She had gone abroad after university and only returned occasionally. They got into the car. Leonardo’s face darkened again as silence settled between them. Matteo had no reason to treat him this way. The more Leonardo thought about it, the clearer it became.

For seven years of my marriage to Damian Moretti, my daughter and I were so poor that every night we collected empty bottles from the alley behind a bar. Every time Ella traded the bottles in for change, she would ask me, "Mommy, do we have enough saved to go to the aquarium with Daddy yet?" Damian always said we had no money. Then, on the day I finally saved enough for three tickets, I arrived at the aquarium only to find him at the entrance holding his ex-girlfriend's hand, with her son in his arms. A staff member stopped us. "Sorry, Mr. Moretti has reserved the entire aquarium for a private event tonight." A bodyguard in black stepped up beside Damian and bowed his head. "Don, the car is

DANTE’S POV Ever since I’d witnessed what my actions could cost my family, and how much damage it would cause that would take time to be cleaned up, I quit. Dear reader, you must be wondering what did I quit, well, the strong, profound and bad ass Dante Moritto quit from being a Mafia. I’d cleared all my boys by the time I’d returned from jail. Behind the cell bars, where I had no contact with the outside world and without power to protect my family from some of the messes I had created. I knew that it was time, time to call in quits. Everything, the drugs, the trafficking, the web, I closed all my accounts, the Great Dante Moritto had retired.