Dominic Fike Ethnicity Novels & Stories

This man believed he held power and could live by his own rules, but Dominic ruled the roost here and did not even have to revert to violence to get what he wanted. “Now as I explained when we met in the foreground of the pack house with my mate, in order for me to accept you back into my pack and borders, I not only need to be sure you will not pose my pack or most importantly, my mate any trouble. But to prove to the pack members that you are a viable and reliable person to have amongst them, you are required to offer your services out in anyway of my choosing.” Dominic now explains the reason for him bringing this vile man into his office, but his words did peak Jake’s interest who looked

I frowned. Did "great" simply mean he had enjoyed himself... Or did it mean he'd spent the weekend having amazing sex with another beautiful woman? Stop it. “Sorry about that,” Dominic said as he walked into the office. He smiled warmly and shook my hand. “I’m Dominic.” He looked slightly younger than Sebastian. His hair was a lighter shade of brown with natural curls. His eyes were large and brown. He looked very different from Sebastian, but he carried the same quiet confidence and authority.

“You doubt me?” “It’s not doubt,” I answer honestly. “It’s curiosity. I’m no one. My family has a long legacy, sure, but we’ve been picked off by RICO charges since the ‘80s. We aren’t rich. We don’t have a huge business. Why me? Is it Alessandro?” His face shifts. Gone is the spritely, somewhat cocky demeanor. In its place, his lips curl into a snarl. His eyes darken, but unlike Alessandro’s that flash with emotion, his flash with something else entirely.

Could it be that Dominic and Aaron were related? "Estela, is it possible that Mr. Dominic is Mr. Aaron's son?" Maricela inquired. "Huh? Maricela, don't you know?" Estela replied. Dominic is indeed Aaron's son! That explained his boldness in befriending the police and his ability to influence his imprisonment with a mere word! It also accounted for his remarkable achievements at such a young age. So, he was a wealthy second-generation individual relying on his father's status!

As I sat there, something Dominic had told me last night suddenly came back to mind. "Father, there's something else you should know." His eyes lifted to mine. "What is it, daughter?" I took a deep breath. "Last night, Dominic said he noticed something strange in the forest." My father's expression immediately sharpened. "What did he see?" "He saw someone who looked like Shane talking with a group of men." My father's face darkened. I continued. "But Dominic said they didn't look like any wolves he'd seen before. They had tribal marks, braided hair, scars, and darker skin."

He’d soon find out if it was a good thing or a bad thing that he wasn’t normal. Gathered on the fringe of the woods were Brick and several males from his pack, including his Beta, John, and bodyguard, Derrick — both of whom Dominic recognized from their visit to his home. Not far from them was Lance with several from his pack, including his bodyguard, Zach, and two of his enforcers, Pascal and Oslo. They all gave him a brief respectful nod before resuming scowling at Cole and his followers.

She’s sure Dominic feels the same way because of how his eyes had darkened and the intensity of the way he was staring at her. "Aren't the love birds lovely Ricardo?" Clara almost jumped out of her skin and she looked behind Dominic to see the whole family at the foot of the stairs looking at them. His mother had a knowing smile on her face that made Clara wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole. How could she be thinking about sex at a moment like this? She didn't want his family to think that she was a bed-hopper. "I totally agree with you." Dominic’s father was half-italian. His mother was from the eastern part of the country.

When Craig saw that person, he was so scared that he immediately sat up straight. He whispered to Thomas, “Mr. Mayo, be careful! This man is Nicholas’ grandson, Dominic Gomez. He is an expert in boxing, taekwondo, as well as judo, and he is very skilled. He usually wanders around without doing anything. He creates a fuss out of nothing and torments everyone. Anyone who meets him would be unlucky.” When Thomas heard this, he chuckled. Another lousy rich kid? Before Thomas put down his teacup, Dominic walked over and directly sat opposite Thomas. He stared at Thomas coldly.

As if to remind his young master for not responding to his answer. "Ah yes, I'm going to Germany with my wife," Dominik replied while gently tapping his forehead. It was as if fear was running through his body. No! Not fear of his enemies, but Elif the mommy was one of his weaknesses. Dominik loved the Turkish woman who had brought him into this world with all his soul. ["An-you, married in Indonesia?"] Oliver asked incredulously. "I did, Oliver. A very beautiful and chatty Indonesian woman." Dominik didn't realize he was saying it while chuckling, as if he wasn't uncomfortable with his wife's nature.

A long, candlelit table waited near the back. Dominic’s family was already seated. “Everyone,” Dominic said, his hand casually but firmly on my lower back, “this is Brooklyn. My wife.” Wife. Still not used to that. His mother was striking—tall, silver hair slicked into a bun, and eyes that scanned me like a laser. His father had a powerful presence, with salt-and-pepper hair and the sharpest suit in the room. Beside them were his siblings. “This is my father, Nathaniel. My mother, Genevieve. My younger brother Marcus and his wife, Felicity. My youngest brother, Julian. And my two sisters, Vivienne and Camilla—and their husbands, Dylan and Ray.”