Dominic Garspuccio Short Film Novels & Stories

Maybe… Bam! I am still several feet from the door when it slams open. Dominic is here. But it’s not like it usually is. He doesn’t come strolling in with a suave smile. He doesn’t take his hat off and put it on the rack. He’s not wearing a hat. His head is bare and his thick dark curls are damp from rain. His face is a mask of determination and he has a look in his dark brown eyes I’ve never seen before. It’s ferocious and malevolent. It makes me move out of his way in a hurry.

Not playing protector to someone who chose a man in a suit over a man with a gun. I was Dominic Russo. I was the King of the Underworld. And I was officially done being a simp. As the men started breaking off into their respective crews to begin the hunt for intel, Marco walked up to me, handing me a fresh glass. “That’s the Don I know,” Marco said quietly.

Pearce has become very well know for being able to find the perfect peace of art. Dominic married a girl named Aria while in college. The two of them met, and it was hate at first sight. Aria wasn’t impressed with Dominic and his over the top ego that he had developed in college. She made the guy chase her for months before she would even agree to let him have her number.

The heat was oppressive, a combination of halogen bulbs and the stifling air of a windowless studio. “Thank fuck,” I muttered, swinging my legs over the side. “I need a drink and a shower. In that order.” “Stay put,” Dominic said. It wasn’t a request. He waited until the crew had packed the last case and the studio door clicked shut, plunging the room into a heavy, loaded silence. I watched him in the dimness, a predator in his natural habitat of shadows and wiring. He wasn’t a big man, but he filled the space, all coiled tension and unnerving stillness.

Not Miss La Rosa, not Miss Alessia, but Sia. Dominic narrowed his eyes dangerously. ***

Dominic was already at the island, tablet open, coffee steaming, his posture composed in that familiar, impenetrable way that suggested nothing in the world had touched him. He looked exactly as he did every other morning. Nothing in his expression hinted at ‘I was in my study until midnight, laughing with another woman while my wife lay awake one room away.’ He glanced up briefly. “Morning.” “Morning,” I replied. Luca spotted him and thrust both arms out with a delighted squeal. “Dada!” Dominic reached across without setting down his tablet and gave his foot a gentle squeeze. “Hey, buddy.” His eyes returned to the screen.

"Together we're an unstoppable force - no Karen or anyone else can stand in our way." "Exactly," Chad agreed, eyes glinting with mischief. "And now that I've fed you, how about I show you exactly what this force is capable of?" Cassandra felt a familiar heat begin to coil in her belly as he slid his chair back and prowled towards her with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Oh yeah?" she challenged, squirming under his intent stare. "And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?"

Screams filled the study and Hudson adjusted himself in his pants. “Sick fuck,” Cooper whispered as the rest of them chuckled. “Fuck, Gage.” Dominic’s hard gaze landed on Gage but his expression betrayed nothing as he watched the video. He paused the video halfway and looked at Gage. “Connect it to the television.” Gage busied himself connecting his phone to the television as they all moved to the sofas. Dominic looked warily at Faro. “You might want to leave for this part.” “Why?” Faro frowned as he made himself more comfortable next to Dominic.