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.

The Grand Ballroom of the Chateau de Verre in Geneva was a shimmering sea of silk, diamonds, and unspoken death threats. High-definition security cameras swept the room from vaulted ceilings, and a small army of private security contractors kept watch as the world's criminal elite drank champagne. The heavy oak doors opened, and a sudden, sharp silence ripples across the room. Alessia Moretti stepped inside. She was a vision of absolute sovereignty, wearing a sleek, midnight-blue silk tuxedo with velvet lapels, her dark hair slicked back into an impeccable, sharp style. Her posture was unyielding, her dark eyes commanding the space instantly.

She looked up at me, tears glistened in her eyes as she stared back at me, her lips trembled. "For the last year I have watched you dance around me like you were in control. I’m the Dom, your Master, and Iam also your mate.” i pressed a finger to her lips as she wanted to dispute me, “No more arguing. You have kept me at bay, and I have followed your rules. Shit happened to you, I get it, but you’re not going to deal with it anymore. You’re going to let me inside here.” i pressed the finger from her mouth to her head. “I’m not backing down or going away Emma. We aree in this together.” i waited for several minutes to pass. “You may speak.”

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.

He asked. The guy raised his head unsure if he should answer the question or not. The next thing he felt was his right wrist been cut off the axe.. "Arrghhhh!!!!!!!!" "Get the hackers, trace that bastard" Dominic said. "Yes boss" Enzo replied but then speak again when Dominic turn to leave. "I hope you didn't forget about the meeting with Mr Mario" Dominic paused, he had totally forgotten about the meeting he have with a business partner in Italy which would take him at least two weeks before he return.

“Why are you doing this, Dominic?” Dominic stared straight ahead of him, a small smirk on his face. “You will see.” Noelle stared at her brother, her mouth agape. He was so obsessed with Maeve, he couldn’t see straight, yet he would deny it. But what else would you call it? If he wasn’t so obsessed with her, why was he in front of the Casalengo Enterpises at that time? Why was he stalking Maeve and her boyfriend for fucks sake. Why else would he be acting so crazy? “You are acting so suspicious.”

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?”

Vivienne loomed on the screen, and she was there, graceful and dignified and entirely believable. “I’m offering ten million dollars to anyone who can help find Caelum Morano and his crony Celine Moretti.” Ten million dollars. Enough to turn anyone against us. "Miss Moretti is a threat and an embarrassment. My son may have manipulated her, she might even find herself there under duress. "Anyone who has seen them, or may have information about their whereabouts, is urged to contact police.”