Dom Toretto Girlfriend Novels & Stories

She asked me like she wanted to cry and I stared away from her. I replied her so softly, "He is a pornstar Natasha, those girls won't mind for their future to be terminated, infact, I don't even think that they're having a future. Look, I married him for my family's sake and I'm not planning on a divorce, neither would I accept one if he offer me one, so, since my family are fine and healthy, I don't think that there is nothing else that matters."

I clasp his sleeve when my heartbeat ratchets up. “Not yet. But she knows some things.” Of course. The former Mrs. Tomassini used to work for the CRA. No wonder she divorced Ignazio. “But not everything. Right?” I bite on my lip, my leg already restless under the table. “No. Can't tell her much.” “Why?” “I don't want her worrying about me, too,” Dom mumbles with a slight frown, his warm and calloused hand almost gripping my thigh.

One of the reasons she had forced herself to watch a few of those nasty videos she had come across during her search online, despite how disgusted they had made her feel. But it is all good. She loves her boyfriend and that is one of the many things she would do for him, just to show how much she loves him. For the umpteenth time, she went through the text Fred had sent to her phone. He was at EL Chrisanto' a famous high-class hotel in LA. He wanted to celebrate his birthday alone with her. The thought of it made her giggle shyly. Lost in her haze, she couldn't hear the driver telling her they had arrived until he spoke the third time.

"You're my wife. You're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." My fingers trembled. Something inside my chest tore open, slow and deep. I almost believed him. Then the phone on the nightstand rang. Domenico's expression shifted. He let go of me quickly, grabbed the phone, and disappeared into the bathroom. But not before I saw the name on the screen—Valentina Monti, Domenico's childhood friend.

Kate: Hey, Dom! Once more, Dom, what is it about these women that makes them find my name to be so seductive? I took a deep breath, not wanting to be annoyed yet again because if I put too much effort into her Dom calling, I might tell her to fuck off. Domenico: Kate, are you free tomorrow? I want to make up for the last time. Straight to the point. Kate: Aaaa, Dom, so sweet of you. Very thoughtful. Please text me the date, time, and place.

Her voice sounded broken. "She also said that she wanted to destroy everything you have. She said she hates that you donated your sperm to me and hates that I'm pregnant… Romano, I'm so scared…" Romano turned to her. "What else did she say?" Teresa bit her lip, hesitating. "She said… she's done. She wants a divorce." He clenched his fists at that. He turned to the staff at the door. "Is this true? Did Selene come back?"

"I can't imagine how much this hurts. I'm so sorry for what you're going through. Where are you heading now?" "The hospital. Prenatal checkup." The interview went viral within hours for her calm, unflinching recounting of the betrayal and the shocking contrast between her glamorous mafia wife identity and her devastating situation. It didn't take long for netizens to dig out my identity, and the entire world now knows the woman in that video is me. Elena, Donna of the Moretti family. Three years ago, Vincenzo Moretti, the undisputed Don who ruled Boston's underworld with an iron fist, threw me a wedding that made headlines across the nation.

still looking confused, I gazed more intently at her, prodding for more answers. "I am Dom's cousin. my name is Nelly Toreto. that bully is my brother, I'm sorry for what he did to you. please don't take it to heart. I know he'd feel too pompous to say sorry, but believe me, he is." she explained raptly, still beaming wide at me as her thumb caressed my cheeks. but the only two things that played in my head was the word bully, which took me back to everything that happened last night before everything blanked out. yes I had begged and begged but he wouldn't listen, so I was really at the hospital?

Dominic replied making me laugh and Kai threw a carrot at him while laughing himself. “Motherfucker,” Kai murmured and dove his face in my neck before Dominic could throw peas in his direction. “By the way what happened to your ex girlfriend, Domz ?” I teased and the glare full of passionate hatred from Dominic’s side did not go unnoticed specially when the peas meant for Kai were shot straight on my forehead. “She was never anything to me,” Dominic growled. “I don’t even know that whore,” he scoffed. “And she probably used her ‘Daddy’ card to get out of the suspension that she got from the Dean,” he said while rolling his eyes before he resumed eating.

The floodlights are trained on it. "Who is it?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly. Dominik steps in front of me, blocking my view, filling my entire vision. "Dario," he says. The name lands like a stone. Dario De Rosa. The young enforcer who drove me to the office just last week. He has a fiancée in Queens. He showed me a picture of the engagement ring. "Is he..." I can't finish the sentence. "He was returned to us," Dominik says, the words sharp and jagged. "In pieces."