Dominic Sinclair Novels & Stories

Dominique chided “Ah shut up Dominique your wife and my sister told me about the drugs and druggist that gave you guys the major cash flow to invest in Diplomatic Transporter Incorporated and remember I know that Mr B also invested in your business. So do not try to behave as if you are some choir boy with a clean white sheet and a matching halo. We all know it takes cash to reach prosperity and hard work alone won’t make you reach it. To survive in my world it takes Money, balls and corrupt practices unfortunately it comes with either success or death.”

“I saw a black SUV outside your place. Looked expensive and definitely not your mom’s taste.” I ripped open the bag of chips. The salt and crunch felt good. “That was Theo,” I said. “Dominic’s cousin just moved to the city.” Mia looked interested. “Dominic’s cousin, huh? Is he hot? Like, Dominic-hot or just normal-hot?” I chewed my chips slowly. I avoided looking at Mia, staring out the window instead. “He’s hot,” I admitted. “Tall, dark hair, really confident. The kind of confidence that just means he’s a jerk, he’s arrogant.”

I summon my courage and look up. And there he is, like the king of the underworld, walking out of the dark, his hands stained with blood, and the other hand clutching the throat of one of the thugs. He really appeared, it's him, the king of hell, Leonardo Cassano. A demon who became my salvation tonight.