Dominic D'angelo Novels & Stories

“Gracias, Don Angelito for your visit. May I know your purpose for visiting in this late hour?” Angelito instantly smiles at them with cold eyes. Mr Domingo was startled by his sudden reaction. “Mr Domingo, I have a business with your two bodyguards via the last transaction we’ve had and it’s from Diana’s commission,” without any further ado—Angelito audaciously confronted his father’s new partner. Domingo’s crossing puts his other feet on the ground upon hearing what he stated. His two bodyguards look at each other, puzzled. He scratches his nape when looking at the two. Angelito stands up with confidence in his body. “Tell me, Mr Domingo… who amongst your bodyguard hurt my friend—“

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.

He had heard a noise before the connection was broken, but he didn’t know if Leesa had simply hung up on him or if something had happened to her. He slammed the phone down into its cradle, then looked quickly around to see if anyone had noticed his outburst. The last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself. Dominic was tall and slender, with dark hair speckled with gray that hung fashionably over the collar of a black polo shirt. His neatly trimmed goatee was slightly lighter in color than his hair and came to a sharp point beneath his chin. He appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties, but he was older than that—far, far older.

Dominico and Angelo were not best of friends, neither the worst of friends, they had no issue with each other, they just didn't talk much or at all, after all, there was nothing to speak about. Angelo claimed to care for his cousin but dominico could feel the hatred he had for him and that was true, even if Angelo claimed to love his cousin brother, he didn't. He envied him so much and hoped deeply that the worst would come upon Dominico. He would walk past Dominicos room several times looking through the window to see what the man was up to, when he had heard that Dominico was bethroted to a very beautiful woman, he got even more pissed than he had been, although he had never seen Bella but

But it was so fucking frustrating to suppress myself like this. I was a Genovese, I took whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it... but I have to remember that Angelo is a man too. A very stubborn hot-headed male who wished to dominate me if he ever let his real self -Blake- out to play- he wouldn't. He was so set in his ways it was annoying. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes, a question burning within my skull. Did I want to be dominated by this man?