Dominic D'angelo Novels & Stories

Maybe I’m just overthinking this whole situation, Dominic is a delusional person. I laid back down,waiting for him to come out so I could go in to freshen up. After waiting for almost an hour, he finally came out. There was a white towel wrapped around his waist. His abs were on full display. The view was jaw dropping,why was this man always so hot and sexy that it’s becoming so hard to hate something like this. “You know! I like it when you stare at me” he says, bringing my attention back to his handsome face.

Camila asked and Ethan almost hit his head against the wall. "Camila, you can't attract me and you are not my type of woman," Ethan replied. "What kind of woman do you want? I can be everything you want," Camila said taking slow steps towards Ethan "I would tell you and let's see if you make the mark," Ethan said and looked at Camila very well. Living with Camila for a while, he realized something about her and he intended to use that to break her. "First, I am dominant. That means I am forceful, direct, and results-oriented. I like my women to be even-tempered, humble, accommodating and patient. So tell me, which of these do you have?" Ethan asked.

After a moment, another man shows up at the gate, gives his friend, Terry, a disgusted look, and leads me to the center of a lavish living room. Dominic is sitting down on a nearby chair advertising his signature smirk. Dominic is a tall man with dark hair and onyx-colored eyes. His skin is golden, advertising his Latin heritage. Dominic and I have a similar background. We come from a rich, Latin family, even though he’s adopted. The only difference is that I’m a government-sanctioned killer, and in the eyes of the law, Dominic is considered a criminal.

Regina still vividly remembers the moment she first met Anthony. Anthony Dominic is the one standing head of the Dominic family, an old mafia family respected by many. As glorious as the Dominic family is, so much is their tragedy. Initially, the number of heirs of the Dominic family was very large, including six girls and five boys.

“Your father would rather know his daughter is surrounded by people he trusts.” Sophia leaned back in her chair. “You mean people he controls.” Angelo laughed quietly. “Same thing in his mind.” A few minutes later Patrick stepped outside to make the call. Angelo stayed inside with Sophia. For a while neither of them spoke. Finally Sophia looked at him. “Do you think Dominic can handle this?” Angelo considered the question carefully. “I think Dominic can handle himself,” he said. “That’s not what I asked.” Angelo smiled slightly. “No. You asked if he can handle your world.”

I accidently blurted out and they both looked at me. “You’re dating someone?” James asked “You sneak” Tattia said “no… wait… I didn’t mean..” I didn’t continue because the door opened and Dante walked in with Antonio and Gio behind him. In the past few weeks I’ve come to realize that Dante, Gio and Antonio were basically Kian, well what I knew of him. Antonio was a master manipulator I saw him work his magic on Serena and Gio was just evil if he wanted to be and Dante, well he didn’t really show much. I made it my mission to try and get a read on all of them.

He walked up to me staring at my cleavage the whole time, not even trying to hide the fact he was drooling over my body. "Long time no see, love," He spoke in a dark voice, eyeing my body up and down with his evil yet beautiful brown eyes. I shot him a fake smile and started to walk past him because there was no way I'm dealing with him right now. Suddenly, I felt a large hand wrap around my wrist and felt the sudden coldness of rings on my skin, and the owner of the large hand pulled me towards his hard chest. "Did I say you could fucking leave angel?" Alessandro spoke angrily his grip tightening on my wrist.

My fingers tightened around the glass. “Love,” I said carefully, “isn’t something I’m in a hurry to define anymore.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one I have.” He nodded slowly, like he respected that. “The truth is,” he said, “Dominic is more like me than he’ll ever admit. Cold. Strategic. But not soulless. He’s not the devil the world paints him to be.” “I know that.” “But he’s not the angel either.” My eyes lowered. “I don’t need him to be.”

I was just about to snap back at him, but Dominic beat me to it. "There is nothing wrong with a simple meal," Dominic said. His voice remained calm, yet it possessed a lethal sharpness I had never heard before. He looked his senior straight in the eye without a flicker of fear. "At least this food doesn't make my mouth spew garbage like yours." The senior recoiled, his face flushing a deep, angry red. He clearly hadn't expected Dominic to strike back. "You dare talk back to me?!" the man barked, his face contorting with rage.

I glared at him, my rage simmering just beneath the surface. "What do you want? And who are you? Can't you see I'm in no mood for company?" My tone conveyed my disinterest in engaging with anyone. He smiled, moving closer to me. I looked at him with empty, emotionless eyes. "I'm sorry for interrupting, but I think I've seen you before. You're Luna, the mate of Alpha Dean. What happened? Why did you come here to find comfort, drowning your sorrows?" I had no desire to hear him out. His words only fueled my anger. Standing up, holding my drink, I turned to confront him. Without waiting for his response, I emptied my glass over his head.