Dominic D'angelo Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I apologize to our partners and our employees for the uncertainty this has caused. We will make this right." I covered my mouth with my hand, tears blurring my vision. He’s apologizing. He’s taking the hit for me. Vito Romano, the man who ruled New York’s underworld with an iron fist, was bowing his head to the vultures of the press just to shield a "wife" who was living a lie. He was sacrificing his legendary pride to protect my name—or rather, the name I had stolen. The commentators on the screen began dissecting his performance immediately, calling it a "clumsy display of romantic bias" and "a dangerous sign of weakness from the Romano Patriarch." The high-level executives visible in the

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on Dominic's face, unwilling to look away. Dominic put the disability certificate aside, took out a pack of cigarettes, and offered one to Angel. "Have a seat. Since you're here, let's talk for a bit." Angel nodded and sat back down on the sofa. Dominic took a seat as well. "How's work at Galaxy Electronics?" Angel paused briefly. He roughly understood Dominic's intent, but still answered, "It's going pretty well." Dominic nodded, clearly satisfied. Angel's handling of the situation the day before had shown decisiveness, which sparked Dominic's interest in recruiting him.

I am quivering and lightheaded by the time Gabriel pulls his cock from my ass and barely remember being lifted off of Domenic, but the gentle kisses as they untie me and wash me up are enough to make my body quake with aftershocks of pleasure and the heightened sensitivity from this evening’s events. Domenic holds me and Gabriel holds him as Domenic whispers to us, “My first and only dom was my Papa…not my birth father, but a family friend. I went to live with him when I was seventeen. I saw how he looked at other men and I knew I looked at men the same way. I didn’t tell him until I was nineteen and he asked if I found him attractive because he had noticed how attractive I had become as I m

"And you picked Dominic fucking Castellano?" "I didn't choose him," I protested, my flush creeping upward to my cheeks. "I didn't even know his name. He didn't use a last name. Just Dominic. He bought me a drink, and we talked. he was friendly, cryptic. I assumed he was a traveler or an entrepreneur type. I did not inquire." Mia's jaw dropped into a pout. "Elena. You are a police officer. You read others for a living." I had thrown myself back onto the couch and groaned. "I know. I was not sane. I just. I had to not be in control once in a while. And he-he knew this. He knew me like an evil book or something."

Shawn asked again, this time he wasn’t smiling, the fact that Amelia’s life was put at risk because of this dude didn’t abode well with him, Shawn had asked him numerously if she was fine and as far as he saw, she was handling it more better than he thought, in just a few minutes she could talk over it like it was some small issue+ or at lest pretend it was . The man spit to the floor, refusing to respond to Shawn’s question and that brought a smile to his face as he flex his knuckles putting on some knuckles brace, he gave the man a punch to the face, breaking his nose and splitting his lips with just one hit, and then he gave the man another hit, followed by another till his face was a blo

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

"That day, you asked me what do I do or living. Yes I have the engineering firms, and I am the biggest supplier for engineering instruments in the region. But it’s all a mask. It’s a camouflage, to hide the real me. The real Lucas David. I... I am the Mafia. I rule the underworld, in this country and foreign too. I hold more than 80% shares in the black market. I have my hands dirtied and strained in the blood. I have inhaled guns smoke. I have killed more people than my age. I deal in all black and white. And if you agree to be a part of my life, you will be automatically entitled as part of Mafia. Do you think you can live your life with a stained person like me"? Lucas held his hands reve

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

Elijah and I looked at one another then at him “there’s a picture in my left pocket, pull it out, maybe you’d recognize the man” His voice was stable as he spoke, but the black circles under his eyes, how much weight he seemed to have lost, and even his drowsiness told me that he wasn’t mentally stable. Elijah put his hand on my thigh, stopping me from getting up, and doing it himself. He walked toward him, and pulled out the picture, and handed it to me without looking at it. I knew who the man was. However, I wasn’t stupid as to get into such a case with a person like him, we weren’t even in charge of him in this department. “Lorenzo D’Angelo” Elijah stated sitting beside me “what does a m