Dominic Moretti Novels & Stories

Mr Dominic replied smoothly, his earlier discomfort already tucked away behind a calm expression as cameras continued flashing around them. Rosina stood rooted to the spot, watching as her own parents stepped forward as though they had just encountered royalty. Of course, Mr Dominic Moretti was a powerful figure in business, but she didn’t like the way they seemed to lower themselves. Not when she knew he was Bianca’s father. To her, Bianca could never be above her… as long as she was still alive. She took a slow step forward, her attention fixed as she heard her father call out to him, extending his hand.

"He can't walk, he can't see, and worst of all, he's become a monster. " I thought about the Vito Romano I'd heard about before the accident. Devastatingly handsome, ruthlessly intelligent, the kind of man who could make women forget their own names just by looking at them. Even now, wheelchair-bound and blind, he was still considered one of the most dangerous and attractive men on the East Coast. Any woman would want to sleep with him, the thought popped into my head before I could stop it. Even now. I felt my cheeks burn. "You used to talk about him constantly," my father pointed out. "How he was the most powerful man in New York, how any woman would be lucky to catch his attention."

Dominic and I had been together for eight years. He was the Don of the Moretti family. In New York's underworld, everyone called me Donna. Three years ago, we had a wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. Every major mob boss in America showed up. The whole thing was massive. But only I knew the truth. That marriage contract, the one that would've given me legal protection—Dominic never signed it. Today was his victory party for taking over Brooklyn territory. It was also the seventeenth time he'd promised to take me to City Hall after the party ended.

He glanced up, and for a moment, his eyes sharpened with satisfaction. “Done?” he asked. Dante inclined his head once. “The traitor’s gone.” A slow smile touched Vittorio’s mouth. He leaned back, exhaling smoke. “Bene. That’s what it means to be Moretti. Swift. Clean.” His gaze lingered on the shirt. “And without hesitation.” The praise was clipped, but it carried weight. “What of the Romano’s?” Vittorio asked next. “They are trying to take their revenge, figlio mio. What do you intend?”

I had never felt so nervous talking to a dominate before and I couldn’t help but feel like he was about to devour me as he watched me, his lip twitched up in a half smile. “I like to do a lot more than that, how much about BDSM do you know about?” He asked and I took a long drink from my wine trying to get some courage.

I turned to Dominic and widened my eyes, silently begging him to play along. But the man only stood there, one brow raised, looking far too amused for my liking. Traitor. “Hmm,” Donna murmured, looking between us. ‘Dominic? A word, please?” Dominic glanced at me, a smile playing on his lips. He leaned down to my face and whispered, “See you later, Mia.” I caught Donna’s raised eyebrow from the corner of my eye. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she gave Dominic a look I couldn't quite decipher.

I asked, not wanting to call him that, I yearn to call his name out loud, it sounded so beautiful, pure and smooth like butter, the sound of his name was enough to send blood rushing to my cunt, making it swell with desire. His voice went sharp and cold. “I am a dominant Emma. You are a submissive. You are not my my slave, you are my submissive, my mate” He moved, now standing in front me. He was close to my face, and I felt him in my spine. “I own you Emma, I want to claim you, but you will continue to be submissive to me willingly.” “I will?” I asked, not sure I would be able to do that completely, even though Riya was acting and Saying otherwise.

Dominic. It's been three months since I joined this pathetic school and I came to find out that demonic's real name is Dominic. She was given her nickname because she's known for her violent behaviour when she first got to school. Due to this she also didn't have any friends. She was a year older than everyone else in our year, making us the same age. Both 18 while everyone else was 17. That was all that was really known about her; no one cared to find out any more. I never got to find out who Xavier was but considering how much school she misses, it's safe to say it's because of him.

Matteo had made sure to call the family’s consigliere immediately I was moved to the station. Detective Harris, tall and lean with eyes like hawks, cleared his throat and leaned forward. His partner, Officer Vega, a wiry man with a hard face, adjusted the notepad in his hand. The silence stretched, a taut wire ready to snap. This didn’t seem like procedure to me. I’m sure they thought they’ll have a field day since it involved a mafia’s wife but I wasn’t here for that. “Aurora Matteo Rocco,” Harris began, his voice cool, measured. “Your statement says that Alfredo Moreno attacked you repeatedly over the past few months. Can you tell us when this started?”

Salvatore Crime Family – Asset Transfer Agreement. My breath caught. I pulled it closer, scanning the document. Nina Accardi. Age: 21. Status: Collateral. Duration: Indefinite. Protection detail assigned to: Dante Moretti, Nikolai Volkov, Enzo Castillo. My stomach dropped. Collateral. Not a guest. Not under protection. Collateral. I flipped to the next page, hands shaking. In exchange for debts owed by Senator Marcus Accardi, totaling $4.7 million, the undersigned agrees to transfer custody of Nina Accardi to the Salvatore Family for the purposes of—