Novel & Cerita Dominic Moretti

he said slowly, "would I want a partnership with you?" I leaned forward. Close enough to see the fine lines around his eyes. Close enough that my voice wouldn't carry. "Because I know every decision Vincent Moretti's going to make for the next decade. Every acquisition. Every backroom deal. Every weakness he thinks he's hidden." I paused. Let the next words land. "And I know he has a secret heir hidden in Zurich." Dominic's eyes changed. The lazy assessment vanished, replaced by something sharper. More alert. He straightened, his posture shifting from casual to coiled.

But she was now Natalia. After she regained her memories, it didn't take her long to figure out who Dom was. A quick search online revealed his full name was Dominic Valentini. Age 38 and currently the head of the Valentini mafia family. They were rivals with the Parisi family. If Dom got a hold of Orlando's location, he would kill him. That meant Leo Parisi would go to jail where it would be easy for them to get rid of him and successfully take out their biggest competitor. Thalia wondered if telling the truth was the right thing to do.

He was staring at me like I was one of the criminals in those cuffs. "Did you know about this?" His voice was low and controlled, but it was filled with an underlying fury that made my blood run cold. I blinked at him, barely able to form words. “W-What?” Moreau's nostrils flared. "Did you know your own husband was working for Ricci? Did you sit here, pretending to be one of us, while the man you slept next to every night was running shipments for the same man we’ve been trying to take down for years Alessia?"

“You better grab him while he’s still interested. Or he’s going to get snatched up in a blink of an eye.” “Like who?” “London.” Her eyes adverted to the back of me and I turned around to see exactly what she was talking about. London and Dante were outside, chatting it up like good friends. I turned back to her, ignoring what I just seen. “Back to Dominic,” I said to her. “Sure, back to him. In order for Dominic to obtain his missing trait, he had to give up his life.” “Dominic’s dead?!” I shouted. Everybody in the restaurant turned and looked at me. The door to the restaurant opened, but I kept my attention to my aunt. I seen Dante and London right when they came up.

I haven't met Leandro Tomassini officially, but I have seen him a few times in the casino. Sometimes he plays golf with Ignazio at the country club. The guy looks like a slightly younger Milo Ventimiglia — buff, well-dressed, intimidating, and kinda gives off Patrick Bateman vibes. “Is Alfeo coming with us tomorrow?” I stare at Dominico. “He's met your uncle before. Right?” “No. He's going to Trento.” Dom takes a sip of his coffee, his eye bags a little puffy, his voice raspier than usual. Almost like he fell asleep during the drive. “He met Zio before I left Florence.”

“I have to learn a variety of languages in order to connect with other dons.” I took a peek at the driver. Maxim wasn’t being subtle. He might have been living in a different world but out in the real world, the mafia was nothing normal. In New York, he had the police at the top of his fingers but the international police was much more ruthless and probably wouldn’t give a fuck about how powerful he was. Much worse, this wasn’t his territory. But Maxim didn’t care. It was kind of hot. I nodded and stayed quiet as I looked out the windows. The view was enthralling. It was surreal and I didn’t think I could get over it.

Dante said, as I kept my eyes on the phone, my heart racing against my ribcage as I tried processing what he was saying. “Why?” I asked, frowning in confusion “regardless whatever it is, why would he be doing such a thing?” “I’m not sure, we’re yet to find anything about him” Dante said, looking at me, studying my expression as I handed him the phone. He took it from me and scrolling through it again, he handed me the device and I frowned when I saw the picture of Giovanni’s car, and Mattia standing in what looked like the inside of his parking, his back to the car as he smoked a cigarette “he’s an Alpha, Alpha Nicolas to be more specific, and I don’t know why, but I have reason to believe

I had just sat down when another message came through. It was from Bianca. The time. The address for Christie’s. And one line beneath it. Dare to come, Mrs. Moretti? Lorenzo says tonight he’ll buy the final lot at any cost for me. That evening, I arrived at the auction exactly on time. I had not planned to go. By midnight, the arrangements my mother had made would already be in motion. Soon, Sofia Moretti would be dead. What did it matter if a younger woman wanted to provoke me one last time?

the door flew open. Wood cracked. Two big men in black vests rushed inside with guns up. Suppressed rifles. Red dots danced on my chest. I raised my pistol fast. Fired once. The shot went high. Hit the wall. Plaster rained down. They didn’t shoot back. Then he walked in. Dominic Moretti. Tall. Black coat open. Red shirt underneath. No tie. Dark hair pushed back from his face. Eyes like storm clouds. He looked at the hole in the wall. Then at my shaking hand. Then straight into my eyes.

“Yours.” XXX Madonna Saint Elise POV “Why are you in the city if you’re filming in Vancouver?” Joemar asks before devouring the last of his fourth piece of pizza. The man can eat. It’s actually impressive. Even if this is the most divine pizza that has ever touched my tongue, I fell out of competition after two large slices. Joemar is still going, reaching for another. “I had an audition this afternoon.” “For a movie?” It felt like home on that stage today, the feeling still soaring through my veins. “For a play on Broadway.”