Novel & Cerita Dominic Fike Ethnicity

He was there to have blood and Dominic could see it in his eyes but he was not going to let that happen at any cost. But what confused him was, who was this man? Dominic was preparing himself for an attack from Derrick or Stacey's 'So called Father' but who was it? He never saw him around or heard about such a strong and influenced personality from his region. And Dominic could smell it that he wasn't from the North region. So, where did he come from? "Then freaking answer me and shake the ground underneath me. Tell me who you are?!" Dominic demanded while raising his chin high to show him that he was not afraid of any challenge and he definitely wasn't in a lower state than the man.

As if something was terribly missing in his life. He was Dominique's stepson. Half brother to the man Dominique wanted Farren to marry. He was also the palest man in my arsenal. A caucasian man from the mountains of Caucasus. And my best friend since I could remember. "Wow. Take it easy there, the pages might go up in flame if you keep staring at them so intently." I joked. Rounded the table and fell into a chair beside him. Alejandro looked up at me. Shook his head and returned to glaring at the pages.

“Do you even hear yourself?” Dominic leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You think this is black and white. It’s not. I’m not asking you to carry some stranger’s child in secret. This is my legacy. My only chance at an heir.” She frowned. “You don’t have family?” “My family is dead. Or unfit. Or bought their way out of my life.” “And what about the mother? The… the donor?” He looked out the window. “Anonymous. Chosen for compatibility, IQ, clean history. You don’t need to worry about her.”

“Kade actually told people that Domini was a refugee because she was kicked out of Bosnia for political persecution.” “But Kade embellished it, claiming she barely spoke English, so any shit he got for sharing misinformation was well deserved,” India retorted. “And people around here don’t know the difference between Bosnia, the Ukraine and Timbuktu. A foreigner is a foreigner.” How true that was. Because Domini had shared a house with her friend Nadia, who’d emigrated from Bosnia, everyone assumed they were from the same country. Everyone except for Cam. Cam had pegged Domini’s accent and country of origin right away. Not that it meant anything.

In less than twenty-four hours after I met Dominic, he killed his beloved Presa Canario, Brutus, whom he had raised for five loving years. Dominic was a notorious figure in Crestfall’s elite circle. He was eccentric and ruthless. Everyone who knew him was aware of his two major obsessions: dogs and women. He had raised many breeds of dogs. The only thing they had in common was their aggression and viciousness. He trained them using live animals. Other than chickens and rabbits, he often used human flesh to train them.

"He does seem like the sort of man who enjoys hearing himself talk." I nodded. "Wait. Have you ever met him? Dom?" "No. Not in person. I've, uh, dealt with plenty of other men and leaders within their organization, but Dominic travels too much. He's hardly ever in the States." "That sounds about right. He was always on the go, and I was so curious what the hell he did to be so rich but never actually work." Because he was a Mafia Don. A member of the goddamn Italian Mob. "He patronized me. I was so swept away by the grandeur of having someone 'in my corner' and seeing Europe that I was sucked in for too long."

And here I am, the youngest of the bunch, turning 20 in 2 months. Dominic is biracial. His mother is black, and his father is white. And thankfully, both are alive. I have to admit, he's an extremely attractive man. He has beautiful light brown skin and dark soft silky loose curls. The sides are cut short and the top is long. He pulls it back in a ponytail a lot, especially if he's heading off to training. He has a pretty mellow personality. He's not uptight, but he's not silly like Colton can be.

The king was once again cut off, this time by a whoosh of wind, and then out of nowhere, a man appeared. I yelped and dove behind Alex and Chase, who stood and blocked me from the view of the strange man. I could see through the gap between their bodies that the man had a cloak on, with the hood up so you couldn’t see his face. “Hello, my name is Dominic. My friends call me Dom. I am a hybrid, the first of my kind. My mother is a fae, and my dad is the alpha of the New York wolf pack.” “How the fuck did you get in here?” Alex asked the man.

"I think... I think maybe I should talk to him and find out what he knows. Maybe he can tell me who I was. Who I am." Friedrich was quiet for a long moment. Letting the silence stretch. Then he said, calmly.. "Caesar Dominic Alessandro." Julian blinked. "You know him?" "I know of him." Friedrich set his book aside completely, leaned back in his chair. The leather creaked slowly… "He inherited one of the largest empires in the US and parts of Europe…legitimate businesses layered over a foundation of things that don't bear mentioning in polite company. “The Dominic family has controlled the underground in Milan for generations. Drugs, weapons, protection, money laundering. The kind of work tha

Ferretti, and the rightful successor to the Ferretti family name. Blake bore a slight resemblance to Carlo—they shared the same striking green eyes and tall stature inherited from their father. However, Blake’s features, passed down from his mother, were less handsome, giving him a more sinister and cold appearance. He had a constant air of malice about him, as if the very temperature in the room dropped with his presence.