Dominic D'angelo Novels & Stories

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

Angelo said, his tone even, though his sharp eyes betrayed his tension. Dominic attempted to sit up, wincing at the dull ache in his ribs. "How long was I out?" he croaked. "Long enough," Angelo replied. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You’ve caused a lot of trouble, Dominic." Dominic looked down, guilt weighing on him. He had known the risks of his decisions, but he hadn’t anticipated how far the fallout would spread. "I didn’t mean for things to go this way," he said.

He didn’t even know it, but people noticed him—the broad shoulders, the quiet power, the coiled tension in every movement. He had aged into himself. Not softer, not weaker. Just… sharper. As if life had cut him down to the bone and rebuilt him into something harder, more dangerous. My lips curved. Perfect. Dominic wasn’t supposed to belong to her. To Lena. The woman had always been a thorn, a complication he clung to as if she were some kind of saviour. But I knew the truth. I’d seen it in his eyes, the way he’d burned for me once. A man like Dominic didn’t settle for ordinary. He needed fire, passion, someone who understood the darkness inside him instead of trying to cage it.

Martin informed him as he approached. He knelt down beside him and said, “Remember the accident that claimed the life of your mother and almost claimed yours?” Martin let out a smirk. “You caused it?” “Well, it is more like I was the mastermind behind it. I wouldn't want to get some blood on my hands so I paid someone to do everything.” Martin answered. Donatello became enraged and fought to free himself from the binding ropes. He was already tired of listening to them and wanted nothing more than to strangle them with his bare hands.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His thumb stroked circles on my thigh, maddeningly casual. “Having breakfast with my wife.” “Your men are right here,” I muttered, glancing at Vitale and Gael. Neither of them seemed to notice, too busy letting Rosario pour syrup all over their plates. Alessandro’s lips barely curved. “They know better than to look at my wife.” My breath hitched. God, he was infuriating. Infuriating and magnetic and I hated how my body responded before my brain could shut it down.

“I was going to tell you the news last time but I never got the chance.” “What the fuck is this?” Domino growled. “My official installment and first appearance as the C.E.O of Ray & Zane’s Technology.” Domino's face registered the shock and he argued. “And what’s so great about that?” “Maybe, you haven't been reading the news. But that makes me the richest man after Zane in this room.” Domino's face fell to a frown as the words sank in. “I want out of the Mafia.” “No one leaves the Mafia, alive—”

Big Jim said, his fingers drumming on the desk. "Let me have her." The two men stared at each other across the desk. I could feel the tension crackling between them like electricity. John's jaw was set, determined. Big Jim's eyes were calculating, weighing his options. Finally, Big Jim leaned back in his chair and smiled that horrible smile again. "You'll do Italy and Rome," he said slowly. "And she's yours. Debt paid." Relief flooded through me for just a second. But then Big Jim kept talking.

Steve smirked, staring at his wife who gave him a 'don't start' look. "And Dormani?" I asked and her eyes widened a bit. "Well, he was-" She bit her lips and turned to L'Angelo. "And why are you staring at me like that? You started it, so you might as well finish it." L'Angelo said and Carolina sighed and shrugged. "He was good at Boxing at that time so his helping hands got him so many girls to shag. I recall searching for him once,only to see him fucking three women - all bigger than him." I choked on my water and L'Angelo began to Pat my back.

Angelo angrily shouted as he pulled his hair because of frustration. He furiously jumped on the soft bed- trying to ease the boiling anger that- he; felt inside of him. Punching the bed several times, Angelo mumbled some curse words while hiding his face on the pillow. “Argh!” he shouted as he punched while kicking the air. “I’ll certainly remember what you did, you ugly Homosapien, and I will have- my revenge on you a hundredfold. You wait and see you perverted, ugly, disgusting Homosapien. You’re going to taste the revenge of this ultra handsome Angelo Ian Diano. I’ll make sure that you would beg for forgiveness for stealing my first kiss and for molesting my precious; lips.”

"I don't stay here all the time. I travel a lot; I came to L.A. regarding a deal when I first saw you." "Oh. You're full of surprises. But why kill people?" "Hmm... No, I'm a very dangerous person, Angelina. I just like to keep the fear of my name constant in a person's mind. I am a bad person, too bad for someone like you." "Why—" I dreaded asking the question, but continued anyway, "Why don't you leave this behind?" "Leave what?" His gaze snapped to mine, and he replied curtly. "This. The mafia business, or whatever you call it. It's bad, Danzel. Killing is bad. You are not doing any good if you keep killing people, good or bad, it doesn't matter."