Dominic D'angelo Novels & Stories

You are gonna be a father. He turned to me, and his eyes dropped to my baby bump. “It would have been different if not for what happened five years ago...” I gasped as I felt Alessandro’s stiffened expression. This is way too awkward! Oh, Lord! I don’t know if Ant got any hint from our expressions, but he came forward, clearing his throat. “Hello, Mr. Dominic. I am Antonio Edwards.” Releasing his grip on his brother’s hand, Dominic reached for my brother’s hand and shook it with a smile. “Of course, I know that. Well, who doesn’t?” He arched his brow.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

Keeping his words to Denver, his muscles flex their strength to crush their heads into each other. Jose and Andrew’s head bangs in pain with a strong kick—feeling like their stomachs getting wrenched. Mr Domingo finally sees his true nature. He glares at him with his foot on Jose’s head. “I’m Don Angelito and you don’t have the right to order before my presence—“

As he took slow steps closer to Cordelia with a frown on his face, a young, handsome-looking man came out of nowhere and pulled Cordelia by the arm. “Hi, baby. I’m sorry I took time in the restroom.” The stranger uttered with a grin. Cordelia looked so confused, but as the smart girl she was, she figured out that he was trying to save her. So she didn’t push him away. This stranger was Jared Lambert, a twenty-five year old guy, the son of Sir Luther Lambert, leader of the East America drug cartel, and nephew to El Azul Lambert, the leader of the Colima drug cartel in Europe. El Azul had connections all over Europe and was given almost the same respect as the President.

Seeing them, the man shook his head, then one of them said in a pained voice, "Wh... who... who are you?" Ignoring his question, the man now began to brush off the dust on his clothes and then comfortably sitting beside the man on his heels said, "Next time if even by mistake you ever seen troubling a girl, then I swear to your mother and sister... I will not leave you alive!" Saying this he stood up and went to his car and took his blazer and wearing it and said "And yes... You were asking na? who am I..... Listen with your fucking ears open! Kunal Singhania! Don't you dare to forget this name!"

“Not the way it looked to me.” “Shut up,” Dominique said as she hit Angelo in the back of the head with a lead pipe.

I look away from Dominico and check my phone. No new calls. No new messages. Nothing. Ugh. Pathetic. "Angelx30" is still offline. The guy must be tied up with work. Or vacationing somewhere remote. Somewhere I've never been. Hopefully not with his girlfriend. Or wife? Yikes. I hope I'm not ruining someone's marriage or anything. Dominico reclines and swallows the pasta in his mouth. "You don't want me to make sure my father's not lurking around?" He looks at me with his expressive green eyes squinting a little, his tone denoting some concern.

By the time he appeared, Tom had seen Adonis crying, which further increased his anger. Dominic was quite surprised by Tom's actions. He didn't know what made Tom angry. He didn't hurt Adonis, so he couldn't stand Tom's anger. Dominic looked at Tom and said, "I did nothing wrong, why are you angry with me? I didn't do any harm to Adonis, so don't be angry with me. I'm waiting for your apology, Tom." Dominic is determined not to let Tom leave. Dominic's self-esteem is also great, he will not tolerate any nonsense from Tom. He doesn't deserve Tom's anger. Tom hugged Adonis, he gently comforted him, and said.

My heart's pounding so loud I can hear it in my ears. I'm still naked. Completely fucking naked. Cold air brushes over my skin, goosebumps prickling along my arms, and it hits me again-how bad this actually is. How royally screwed I am. Dominik D'Angelo. The name alone makes my stomach twist. That's who she meant. That's who she works for. He sent her to me-to seduce me, lure me out, get me in her bed... and then take me. And I fell right into the goddamn trap like a dumb, horny idiot.