Dominic Moretti Novels & Stories

“You are protecting someone. Someone you care about.” Dominic did not respond. He simply stared at Dante, his face unreadable. “I want you to know you can trust me,” Dante added softly. “Whatever it is, I can help you. I do not want to be kept in the dark…” “Let me stop you right there.” Dominic lifted his hand, cutting him off mid sentence. His eyes turned cold, the warmth Dante knew vanishing instantly. “Whatever I am doing is none of your concern,” Dominic said flatly. “You do not need to know what I do, or for whom I do it, unless I decide otherwise.”

Between the stillness of her apartment, the quick effects of the tablet and the minute sliver of sunlight peeking through the draw curtains, it wasn’t long before she fell into a deep sleep. -------------------------- Heels clicked against cold, concrete floors, warning the conference room’s occupants of her arrival. In the chair closest to the door, a shaggy-haired man sat, nervously twiddling his thumbs. Work would need to begin right away. It always did. Jon Moretti’s dating life often caused a company-wide lockdown, with every minute occupied with preparing and watching, planning and scheming. While it exhausted her employees, her commitment was always unwavering. One day, she was certai

"I am Dr. Moretti, the night shift—" "Dr. Moretti is fifty-five, has a limp, and is currently in the cafeteria eating a cannoli," Dominic said, his voice dropping to a level that made the hair on my arms stand up. "You, on the other hand, are wearing a lab coat that still has the fold lines from the packaging, and you’re holding that clipboard like you’ve never seen a medical chart in your life." The man froze. He tried to laugh it off, to stutter an excuse, but Dominic’s hand tightened on his chest, physically pinning him against the doorframe.

She glanced around, trying to pinpoint the source of the unsettling feeling, but there were too many faces, too many strangers. Suddenly, Dominic’s grip on her arm tightened, and she looked up to see him speaking with an older man—a man with silver hair and cold, calculating eyes. The conversation between them was quiet, but tense, and Sasha could feel the shift in Dominic’s demeanor. Whoever this man was, he wasn’t just another business associate. “This is Luca Moretti,” Dominic said, his voice low as he introduced the man to her. “An old friend of the family.” Sasha forced a polite smile, though something about Luca made her skin crawl. His eyes lingered on her for a moment too long, as if

He knew, why else would he say that. “Oh.” Was all I could get out.Why would he get rid of the couch and get a new one. “We got a lead.” Dominic said, leaning back in his chair. “What.” I asked “Next week the annual year end ball, where all the elite people get together is going to be hosted at the tech company of CEO Mr.Moretti. Our source said that his right hand man is going to attend. He went into hiding and there has been no sighting of him since what happened.” Dominic explained pushing back the chair standing up walking closer to me.

The only man he was interested in killing was in there with his wife, doing what he fucking had no idea about. When a bullet went through the chest of one of Lombardi’s men, an incitement of satisfaction spread across his chest. This. This was his element. And they had to fucking know what happens when you mess with a Moretti. As he pushed through the doors, inhaling a lungful of gunpowder smoke, he tipped his head back and roared, “DOMENICO!” Alessandro’s voice echoed across the building, the background of gunfire making it more ominous. Anyone could hear just how angry he was. His eyes darted across the room, looking for any secret entrance to the underground lair.

At the same time, Dominic’s gun raised and unflinchingly, pointed at me. “Let him go,” I repeated. “It is me, you all want and not Dante.” Behind Dominic, in rushed Viktor and Alessandro Romano. Not only was I outnumbered but also outwitted. “Who the hell is she, Dante?” Alessandro Romano charged at him. “I am Sophia Moretti’s daughter,” I seethed. “The innocent woman you murdered, along with her infant son, just because you were bloody hungry for revenge!” Throttling his temper, the ex-mafia boss shook his head. “Sophia Moretti didn’t have a child. In fact, she was never pregnant,” he said confidently.

“Or like he wants to fuck her in front of everyone and make her beg for his last name.” Dominic took a sip of his scotch. Then stood. The robe shifted, sliding open a little more, revealing the deep V of his stomach and the trail of hair that led down to his cock.. Matteo didn’t blink. Romano chuckled. “Jesus, boss. You gonna go jerk off to her photo or what?” “I don’t jerk off,” Dominic muttered, walking to the window. “I take what I want.” “Fuck,” Matteo groaned. “Can we raid the auction now? Or do we gotta wait ‘til he buys her and rapes her in front of everyone?”

“She don’t talk much, but she’s easy on the eyes. Right, Liv?” She didn’t answer. Her fingers tightened in her lap. “Raise,” a new voice said, low and steady. Livia glanced up, just for a second. The man across the table hadn’t spoken much all night. Alessandro Moretti. Even in this dim, smoky room, he stood out—dark suit sharp, eyes sharper. Everyone knew his name. Crime lord. Kingmaker. The kind of man who didn’t need to brag. Dante snorted. “Feeling bold, Moretti? Alright, I’ll bite. Five grand.”

Anyway, it seemed like the goddamn grown child’s ego couldn’t take a ‘no’ and later he followed her scent all the way to her home being a tracker of his pack and all. Serena had just entered the house a couple of minutes ago and soon after the doorbell rang, she thought she had been dumb as she had opened the door prior to checking who it was, after all it was their pack territory what could happen and she could swear upon her life that she still regretted that one idiotic thing she did. She had obviously told him to go away and was going to shut the door on his face but the guy turned out to be way faster and way stronger than her as she realized soon. He came in babbling something about ho