Novel & Cerita Dominic D'angelo

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

she grasped his neck further “Right here” a manly voice answered by the door and she turned, it was legion with Dali and his other alphas “Let the boy go” he ordered, she let out a wicked grin before dropping Henry on his face. “Legion, Long times no see” she smiled wickedly “Nimueh” he answered dryly, Dali fueled with animal instinct and reflex dashed towards her. Nimueh used force to push her hands into Dali’s chest, grabbing her heart and squeezing with no mercy

The Underboss of Californian War Lords, Nicoló D'Angelo. Her father ignored her pleas and still married her off like he couldn't wait to get rid of her. This had happened before my wedding to Dante so Francesca and I worried about her a lot. A few weeks later, I heard that Nicolò had raped Rossella in her own house and killed her husband. After the incident, she suddenly returned back home but then she reportedly committed suicide. I even attended her funeral and mourned my best friend. It was one of my most darkest moment especially since it all happened after Dante abandoned me and our baby.

The edge was right there, building, climbing, climbing— And then it stopped. Cold silence. I choked on a frustrated whimper, my head snapping toward him. My glare could have burned holes straight through his skull. Dominic only smiled faintly, his thumb still resting on the screen of his phone, his expression carved out of calm arrogance. “Is everything alright?” he asked, all fake innocence, as though he hadn’t just tortured me in the back of a limo. I swallowed hard, every nerve still screaming, every inch of me trembling. My voice came out sharp, clipped, the only weapon I had left. “Yes, why wouldn’t it be?”

Alpha Darren acted immediately after hearing the recording of Annabelle's conversation with Miranda. The first person he wanted to see and who he thought was the key witness was the one who was driving the boat. Alpha Darren knew Diana and George couldn't be driving the boat, so he believes someone is helping them. This was strengthened by Cedric's confirmation that there was indeed a member of the army who used to be a member of the Pack Delonix who then asked to become a member of Pack Kyne.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

The subscriber list pinged open. There he was. Robert W. Hartwell. Age: 47. Occupation: Investment banker. Known usernames: ObeyMeAlpha, HumbledDaddy86, and, most damningly, DevotedToDomica. Priscilla’s father. Dominique stared at the screen, lips parting slowly into a smile so subtle it barely moved her face. “Bingo.” The next morning, school buzzed with rumors about Dominique’s dethroning. Whispers floated through lockers and bleachers like glitter laced with blood.

The same man who wanted nothing more than to ruin and see me dead… “Miss De Luca,” Giovanni D’Angelo greeted, his lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “What a lovely surprise.” I stood still, heart pounding. What the hell was he doing here? “You…” “Do come in. I do believe that we have our meeting to start with…”

My smirk spread slow and deliberate. “What’s the plan?” I asked, voice slicing clean through the space. “Shoot me yourself, or should I save you the humiliation by shooting myself instead?” Dominic laughed. Loudly. A man who thought volume intimidated. It never does. He spat my title like a curse. “You don’t even have Rodrigo’s blood, and you’re our Santa Nero? Pathetic. And rumor has it you’ve gone soft. All because of a fucking priest. I bet his mouth on your dick feels like heaven, huh?”

“She’s still too fucking soft. Still blushes when I tell her to open her legs. Still tries to hide her moans behind whimpers. Still cries when I slap her face during sex. It’s pathetic.” Romano chuckled. “She’s your angel, boss. “Yes” Dominic snarled. “She’s my Angel but angels can be fucking nasty too. And she’s taking too fucking long. So I’m going to speed up the process.” He walked to the cabinet. Pulled out a pair of silver restraints. And Tossed them on the desk.