Novelas y relatos de Dominic Toretto

"Or one of his cousins." "Which cousin?" I wasn't friendly with any of Lorenzio's family. But I did meet one of his cousins. Dominico. Back at that cruise ship retirement party I unwillingly organized for that two-faced pedo whose wrinkly old balls enabled his existence. That afternoon, Dominico had a drink with me at the bar while the young servers ogled him for an hour or so. The guy was roughly the same age as Lorenzio. But why would Dominico Tomassini bother to drive all the way out here? And who the fuck told him I was here?

He had heard a noise before the connection was broken, but he didn’t know if Leesa had simply hung up on him or if something had happened to her. He slammed the phone down into its cradle, then looked quickly around to see if anyone had noticed his outburst. The last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself. Dominic was tall and slender, with dark hair speckled with gray that hung fashionably over the collar of a black polo shirt. His neatly trimmed goatee was slightly lighter in color than his hair and came to a sharp point beneath his chin. He appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties, but he was older than that—far, far older.

He better keep his promise after tonight. Dominique rubbed my hand, and my attention came back to him. He introduced me to all of his friends. They all laughed loud enough to get the other's attention. "Now I understand why you keep such a beautiful swan, Amico! You got the best of the best around!" My smile faded when Enriqueto smiled at me, licking his lips and showing off his golden teeth. He's the boss mafia of the class three Borrito clan. He looks like a killer to me. His eyes tell me that.

He clenched his jaw hard and his veins popped out of his neck and forehead. (Translation: Nathan Dominico is behind all of this. He is paternal cousin of Mikhail Igor Gorbachev and you killed his father in encounter when he was trying to steal some really information from us. Nathan wants to take revenge of his father's death and want to rule Italy with his sister Zia.)

Valerie: I frowned as the pilot walked out of the cockpit again, calling for Dante. He shook his head in question, knowing that there was no point in actually him saying anything inside that room alone. All the wolves could hear him anyway, and if it was about me, he knew that being a huntress, though not as strong as theirs, my hearing was sensitive enough to pick up what they said inside that room. “We were given permission to land,” he said, and Dante raised an eyebrow just as Alessandro’s phone rang. “Cartel Donatello delivers his salutations to Mr. Alessandro.”

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.

Luciana couldn't help but think he looked like an older anime character - handsome and captivating. "Such a beautiful name for a beautiful damsel," he chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I am—" he began, but Antonio cut him off. "That's okay, Uncle. I'll take it from here," Antonio said curtly, his eyes flashing with annoyance. He turned to Luciana and said, “it seems you’re the only person who haven’t met him. This is Domenico. He is my uncle.” Domenico smiled. "People call me 'The Butcher,'" he said, his voice dripping with menace. Antonio dropped his fork, as Viktor turned to him.

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.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

He pushed open the door, stepping inside, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. Adriano Morano looked up from behind his desk, his eyes narrowing as he took in Victor's triumphant expression. "What is it, Victor?" He growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Him, Dominic," was the cold, calculating smile that made Victor state satisfied. "It's where I find him. And soon, he will be nothing but a memory." Adriano Morano's expression turned serious, eyes narrowing as he leaned back in his chair. "Don't take him easy, Victor," he warned. "Dominic is Marcello's son. He's not someone to be underestimated."