Dominic Moretti Novels & Stories

Domnic's Point Of View It has been more than a year now since I last saw her. Elena Monroe. Or the one whom I once made whisper to me—Mr. Dominic. There she stood again, in front of me on the opposite side of that piece of crap of an interrogation room, pretending not to remember the moment she lost everything beneath me. She wore her badge like armor, her tone cool and professional, but I saw right through it. Her hand trembled only as she reached for the file, and her eyes-her clever, smart eyes-did not catch mine for longer than a second or two at most.

“You can not make me hate him, Sab” “I am not looking to do that” he answered, “I am only telling you the truth and I want the best for you. You are his second chance mate, he will always have a special place for Marietta in his heart” What? He knew we were wolves? How much more does he know? Who exactly was this man? “Dominic has killed a lot of people” he continued, “he killed Federico too right in your presence. Do you think he will choose you over the mafia when the time comes?

“Before you blew up. I cross-referenced the timestamp. Same night you first used the alias Domica on your side Reddit account.” Dominique went still. “He’s been watching since the beginning.” “Or longer,” Damien said. “He may have created the beginning.” She stepped back, stomach twisting. “What if… what if he’s not obsessed with Domica? What if he’s obsessed with Dominique?” Damien nodded grimly. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” They stood in silence, the weight of it pressing into their bones. Then, in a sudden burst of frustration, Dominique threw a small shard of glass across the greenhouse, where it shattered against a wall of ivy.

She felt her juice running down her leg again and her mouth flew open. “What do you want Bella?” he growled into her ears again, the sound of his husky dominant voice pushed her a little to the edge and she wanted to find her release, so she rubbed her clit faster. Just as she neared the edge, he pulled out of her and stilled the movement of her finger.

Not only is there a murderer in the building, but the murderer turned out to be the guy who made me super nervous inside. This led to the question that has been bothering me ever since I seen saw Dominic in handcuff: Why are they accusing him of this murder? Dominic didn’t look like the type of person to kill. Yeah, I know he’s the same guy who threatened me back when I had my car trouble, and yes, he looks like a complete badass with an attitude, but there was something different about him.

Lombardi, and as clingy as it sounds, I would like to meet Dark in real life, not just over some filthy phone calls. “So, babe, make sure you serve the big bad wolf.” I looked at her, not knowing what she meant, and she continued, “Mr. Domenico Lombardi, of course.” She said, and I nodded. “Don’t say a word or try to strike up a conversation with him; just throw in some innocent touches, like maybe brushing his hand accidentally while serving him; that is your mission; you got that?” “But why?” “Because he’s your mat… I mean, target. You don’t want Kate winning, do you?”

Xavier explained. “Arghhh….” Rex feigned a groan. “That’s no fun.” “Ugh?” Xavier asked. “We need to keep Ryan out of prison, and shake the mastermind behind all this game.” Rex said. “The mastermind?” Rex hissed. “Rio….” “Mr Moretti? I thought….” “He loved Luca?” Rex chuckled. “Yeah. Sure he does. But he will go to any extreme to make Elena leave his side. He won’t be so happy to know Elena’s staying after all and with Luca’s child.”

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

Dominic did not reply, and Moretti turned to me, “If you ever get tired of him, I am available for you anytime.” Dominic's hand suddenly crept towards my waist, and he said to Moretti coldly, “She won't have a reason to go to you.” Moretti laughed loudly, and after giving me a wink, he left with his men in tow. Actually, Moretti does not look like a totally bad person. True, all mafias had their story, but he seems to be someone worthy of being friends with. As soon as he left, a figure I would definitely not like to see walked over, and Dominic suddenly took away his hand that was placed on my waist.

He reached into his jacket and retrieved a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced ease. The silence stretched, the only sound the faint crackle of the cigarette as Dominic took a slow drag. The man in the chair squirmed, his panic mounting with each passing second. “Mr. Moretti, I swear I didn’t know the shipment belonged to you,” the man pleaded. “It was a misunderstanding. I’ll pay you back double, triple if you want! Just give me a chance!” Dominic leaned back in his chair, his gray eyes locking onto the man’s with an intensity that made the air feel heavier. He didn’t need words to convey his message; his silence was louder than any threat.