Novel & Cerita Dominic Garspuccio Short Film

“Miss me?” Harris raised his gun, but Dominic lifted his hands. “Relax, boys. If I wanted violence, I wouldn’t be standing here unarmed.” Leonardo’s body was rigid. “You have five seconds to tell me why you’re here before I put a bullet in you myself.” Dominic chuckled. “Always so dramatic, Gael.” Leonardo’s jaw clenched. “Four seconds.” Dominic sighed. “Fine. I came to talk.” I swallowed hard. “Talk about what?”

Malcolm smiled and asked, "Dominic, when will Arturo return?" He wanted to take Dominic and Arturo out. Dominic glanced at him casually and said, "I don't know. He has been busy filming for the past few days." Malcolm didn't smile anymore. "Just eat!" Malcolm pointed at the food on his plate. "Malcolm, I am eating." Dominic still answered him indifferently. Malcolm raised his eyes and looked at Dominic. Dominic had been playing Tai Chi with him the entire morning. Malcolm answered every question Dominic asked, but Dominic was hedging.

He will make these people suffer for daring to touch Dominic's people. Dominic drove, he and some employees to the S organization's base. Although the S organization is a scary assassin organization, Dominic is not afraid. Dominic threw a bomb at the S organization. There was an explosion and sparks and clouds of smoke were also released. The smell of dynamite hit Dominic's nose, making him uncomfortable. After that, he immediately burst into the S organization. The solid door of the S organization was kicked open by Dominic.

Emily said with mock sternness, "behave yourself." "I am behaving," he protested, still grinning. "I'm being welcoming and friendly, just like you taught me." He turned to me with exaggerated formality. "Mrs. Romano, welcome to the family. Try not to let he intimidate you too much. Beneath all that brooding, he's really just a big teddy bear." "A teddy bear?" I couldn't help but smile despite my nerves. "Are we talking about the same Vito Romano?" "Oh absolutely. You should see him when he's trying to figure out the coffee machine. All that power and influence, completely defeated by a simple button marked 'brew.'" Nicholas lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Last week I found him glaring a

Even though it was becoming dark when we got to the seashore, there were still a lot of people enjoying a good time there. Some were enjoying themselves in the open bars, while others were keeping themselves entertained in front of the campfire. As I heard Gavin's comments, my train of thinking was immediately halted. I glanced over at him quickly and caught sight of his furious face. The question was voiced in an annoyed tone.,"Are you going to swim with your shirt on?" I did not reply straight away and instead just grimaced in response. Suddenly I realized that he was just wearing a single article of clothes, which consisted only of shorts, and that he did not have a shirt on.

Gabriella started, "Do you know who I am?" Dominic's eyebrows scrunched and his handsome face pictured the displeasure he's having as the fly with the bad stench went closer and closer to his space. A little more step from her small feet and he would slam the woman on the wall across her. "Is there a reason why I should know you?" Dominic's clipped answer caused splash of red embarrassment to color Gabby's face. "Also move away. I don't like your smell." Rose saw the shock washing over Gabby's face. Shame and embarrassment covered her face. Dominic took a step forward as she does with their hands held together.

The red and blue lights turned the pooling blood into a sickening, neon purple. Hugo entered the study. The smell of the pier—salt, cordite, and wet wool—followed him in. Dominic stood at the window, watching the city. "It’s done," Hugo said. "Marco’s gone." Dominic didn't turn. He didn't even blink. "He tried to break the line," Hugo continued. "Suicide by cop. Two to the chest, dead before he hit the ground." Dominic’s reflection was a mask of cold stone. "Gary’s in custody. The Feds are sweeping the pier."

Juan barked, pushing harder against Giuseppe’s weight. Gunfire cracked from the west side, the sound sharp but muffled as suppressors hissed. His men were holding their line. Another shout echoed and the sound of boots slamming against the floor filled the yard. Two men came rushing out near the gate. Dominic raised his pistol and fired twice, both of them dropping before they could get a shot off. Another came out screaming, raising his rifle high, but Matteo crossed the yard fast, his knife catching the man in the throat before he could fire.

Dominic said, right before he turned his back on me and shot five consecutive silver bullets right on the target. “Did your gay ass enjoy the show?” I quipped, whistling in admiration at how good he was with guns. To be honest, between him and his elder brother, I didn’t know who was more accomplished. They seemed to be good at everything. It was terribly annoying. And the worst part was I loved Dominic too much to resent him for anything. “Do you know how creepy it would have been for me to stand there and watch you go down on Bianca?” Dominic asked, still hyper-focused on his task.

Behind her was Marshall, his face contorted in hatred, and the Russo brothers flanked his sides like shadows. And then—he emerged. Dominic Russo. For the first time in over twenty years, his face was no longer hidden in legend. Time had carved itself into his skin, but his eyes burned with the same brutal ambition. Brinda’s breath caught. Bullet and Francesco both stiffened beside her. “Seize fire!” Dominic roared, his voice thundering over the field like a war cry. The world stilled. Even the guns seemed to obey his voice. Francesco took one step forward, his lips curling into a dark smile. “So, here you are... with your little pathetic family,” he spat.