Dominic D'angelo Novels & Stories

An Angel of light, an Angel of darkness, an Angel of peace and tranquility, an Angel of life, an Angel of death—I have the capability of becoming any type of Angel I choose to be, but my choices solely depend on the person standing, sitting perhaps, on the other side. And right now, with the person seated right in front of me, I am an Angel of darkness and death. Angel, not just a name, but a lifestyle. “Angioletto discovers his friend’s secret but decides to understand his need to shield his family from the bloody affairs of Cosa Nostra. With that understanding, their friendship continues thriving until Angioletto was tasked with a mission to wipe out the entire generation of a certain man.

Anyway, it seemed like the goddamn grown child’s ego couldn’t take a ‘no’ and later he followed her scent all the way to her home being a tracker of his pack and all. Serena had just entered the house a couple of minutes ago and soon after the doorbell rang, she thought she had been dumb as she had opened the door prior to checking who it was, after all it was their pack territory what could happen and she could swear upon her life that she still regretted that one idiotic thing she did. She had obviously told him to go away and was going to shut the door on his face but the guy turned out to be way faster and way stronger than her as she realized soon. He came in babbling something about ho

“Hmm. I’m sorry about that.” “It’s in the past.” “But if I wasn’t in the picture with the whole contract thing, would you reconsider her?” Dominic stared at her as though she had just grown a pair of horns. “I do not tolerate cheating.” He said firmly and turned his gaze away. She regarded him cautiously as he drove. His emotions right now were strong and bordered on a bit of anger. “Does she know about your new status? I mean, your supposed status, I mean…of course we are the only ones that know what we have is not real but…”

"Yet." Dominic swallows down whatever was bubbling in his mouth. He looks angry and irritated. I can see he doesn't appreciate the time we are taking to settle this situation. Contrary to the impact Angela usually has on people, she seems to be rubbing him in the wrong way. He is barely holding himself back. He growls, showing his teeth. "I rather see you choke in your own blood, bitch." Angela frowns.

Sofia raised a questioning eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "You are correct," Domenico acknowledged, nodding in agreement. "However, at this moment, I am here on duty, and Leonardo is my superior. I work for him as the CEO of one of his companies and serve as his trusted right hand," he explained, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Unspoken between them was the understanding that Domenico held a position of power within Leonardo's formidable Mafia organization, making him the proverbial right hand to the boss himself.

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar

“We are here to control direction.” Every word was Measured.. “We focus on long term dominance. Not temporary wins.” She paused. Then added softly, “Power does not need to announce itself. It simply… exists.” Silence. Then and eruption of applause. Dominic didn’t clap. He couldn’t. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for water. “Sir?” his assistant whispered. Dominic did not answer him and just kept on drinking. “She’s alive…” he thought. “She’s married…to that bastard”

VICTORIA "Angelo, keep me updated. I want to know when they have him. There can’t be any mistakes," he muttered so low I only caught it because he was sitting beside me. "Yes, sir." Angelo leaned down, answering through the window. "Enjoy your honeymoon." He looked at me with a smile. "I promise I’ll return him with at least a little energy left," I shot back shamelessly, earning a grin from Angelo and a snort from Lorenzo.

My thoughts were quickly confirmed when I gave him a questioning look. "Nothing," he said with a soft smirk. "You are not a very convincing liar." For a moment there, a tiny insecure moment, I thought it was game over for me and that he figured out what my real intentions were. And knowing the fact that behind his playful exterior, he was Dominic Romano, a man who valued blood and family and a man who would not hesitate once to kill me even if he had an inkling of my plans, for a brief second I blanched.

Marcus says. “Then I guess your memory is a bit foggy because Mr Angelo is straight, he just has a weird way to show he cares or wants something.” “Yeah defend him, I don’t blame you. You haven’t been here longer than any of us so you are really short in information.” Marcus says. “What do you mean?” “It is no new news. Mr Angelo’s ex-fiancee. Since that hot chick Susanna walked out of Mr Angelo’s life he hasn’t been the same and it can be possible he is trying to find love elsewhere aside from hooking up with random girls.” Marcus speaks boldly.