Novel & Cerita Dominic D'angelo

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.

Angelo emerged from the treeline, the faint glint of a flashlight catching the side of John’s truck, forcing him to turn. John froze. His confident grin faltered. Dominic emerged from the shadows behind John, his presence immediate, magnetic, and dangerous. He placed a hand lightly on John’s shoulder. John spun around instinctively—and that’s when Patrick moved closer, Angelo circling to block any escape. “Hello, John,” Dominic said smoothly, his voice low, calm, and lethal. John’s lips tightened. “Dominic…” he said, trying to mask the tension. “I just need to—”

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

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.

NICHOLAS POV "Why the fuck are you calling me? You and I have no business" I spoke, slowly getting off the bed so she wouldn't wake up. "Well, I heard your brother tried to commit suicide so I was calling to check how he's doing" she said sarcastically. "Why the fuck are you calling me?" I was getting frustrated. I felt like cutting the call, my fist was balled. "Our contract hasn't expired. I don't need you as my Dom anymore but I want in back in that house for just six month. I know I stole your money and whatever. But I know you still care about me" she said.

" After sending the message, Carlo put down his phone and rubbed his wrist, where an old scar circled like a band. The occasional sharp pain served as a reminder of its presence. As a dom, Carlo didn’t enjoy violence for its own sake—what he truly relished was the intense sense of control, not just over the body, but over the mind. He had a strong hunch that Nicola would be a particularly challenging subject. But Carlo never backed down from a challenge.