Dominic D'angelo Novels & Stories

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.

“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—”

The man who stands at the altar and delivers my mother’s eulogy is not the same Father I grew up seeing. Father Dominic Luciano is thirty-four years old. Transferred from Rome six months ago. And he is – God forgive me – the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in a religious robe or out of them. He’s tall. Lean in a deliberate European kind of way – as if excess was removed deliberately. His jaw belongs on a Roman statue, the kind they put in museums with the genitals broken off, which is a metaphor so on-the-nose I’d laugh if I weren’t at my mother’s funeral. Dark hair cropped close, showing the shape of his skull, the architecture of his face, dark eyes – Almost black, framed by lashes that

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.

He wants a father. He’s my proudest accomplishment, and I’ll happily trade ten world champion titles for the one where I’m called Cullen’s Dad. Good fucking day. Tomorrow is going to be even better. I’ve not only been given an olive branch from the Saint Elise Brothers but the second chance I’ve been waiting for. It’s Madonna though, so I know it won’t come without an argument. That’s okay. I’ll fight for her. XXX Jeomar Russo POV I was damned to hell of my own making until I kissed her lips and tasted heaven.

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."

I mumbled. "You wouldn't say that if you really know me," he said taking small steps towards me and I also moved steps backwards in fear. "W-who are you?" I stuttered. "I'm Theodore Black. The owner of Black Enterprise Co. and also one of the most powerful Mafia leaders in the country," he said studying my reaction. I stood there shocked and scared for myself. Why on Earth did I speak to him like that? I was sure I heard that name before but I just didn't know where and now that I know, I wish I didn't.

It was a welcome relief not to have her arguing with him, and he settled himself in the seat opposite her after instructing the pilot of their destination and their need to hurry. Angel’s silence didn’t last very long and almost as soon as they were up in the air, she seemed to revert right back to her old self. “You know we can’t just walk right into Italy, right? Not since supernaturals came out of the closet.” Layon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You remember who I am, right?” he responded and watched her face drop with distaste at his need to be so bigheaded. “That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,”