Dominic Toretto Novels & Stories

He then looked past me, at his men that were still looming over us by the door. "Boys, welcome our newest member..." Quentin paused, looking at Dom expectantly. "Dom." He answered curtly. Dom was certainly doing better than I was. If he felt as nervous and anxious as I did to get out of this place, it definitely didn't show. The guy looked as if he was at home – the relaxed body language that he showed was unrivalled. His answer triggered another howl of laughter. "Dom... Dominic Toretto? Man, I love that movie."

The air smelled faintly of leather and the citrusy fragrance from the humidifier. I sank into the chair before the monitors, placing my cup coffee beside me. It was about time for the cyber security forum I moderated. My phone ringing interrupted me. It was a number that had not called me in a while. "Marcus." I said in greeting. "Hey man, what's up? Look, I think I owe you one, that's why I'm telling you this. I'm on a move and it's about you." "Who?" "Dominic Torres. You know the guy? He called me this morning, asking about a man named Diego connected to a salsa studio around his estate."

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.

“That man is a snack!” “How can a man be this sexy?” “Who wears a white shirt and gray shorts to a business meeting?” Wendy asked. She couldn’t stop fantasising about how hot and good-looking Domingo was. “Renata, I’m sure you didn’t meet Mr. Serrano before Santiago. I know how you love them. Old. Rich. Handsome and Sexy,” she bit her lower lip and winked at Renata who hadn't recovered from the shock of Domingo appearing from nowhere.

Where are you? Gosh! When Friedrich wanted to be a PAIN he was one. In capital letters. “What will it be, gentleman? Something cold or hot?” the clerk asked. “Please, one tall caramel macchiato, frappe” Dominik replied, not looking away from his phone. He was coming up with an acid response for his publicist. “Alright. Sir?” the girl behind the counter responded. “Dominik” he answered. “D-O-M-I-N-I-K” spelling it out before the woman got it wrong, they always did. He hated when they wrote it as “Dominique”.

“Dominic Harding is the guy obsessed with my mother?” “Yes, but that’s not all. Imani said that Dominic took over his father’s business, and that he even opened a club…a club in the Suncrest Pack. A couple months before his club opened, he changed his last name from Harding to Santino. Imani believes he struck some sort of deal with Cortana, because taking a prominent last name like that is nothing to fuck with. If Dominic was willing to take the Santino name and all the shit that’s attached to it, he did so for a reason.”

After hearing the Italian Mafia Boss's order everyone switched into action. " I got it! " Willy, the short man from a corner replied. " Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers "

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.

"Hi, may I sit here," said a man wearing glasses with straight side-parted hair, asking permission to sit beside me. "Sure, please sit down, this place is not owned by anyone," I said and he chuckled softly. "Dominic Treta," he holds out his hand to me and I take it. "Esme Sunny, nice to meet you." "They say, you are Tharique's lover, not to be approached but I just want to be friends with you."

So he’s an Italian, huh? Giordano nodded, “Like what you’ve said... Still the same. Europe is in my control.” Adam stood up. He went to where the alcohol is while I am just wandering around, fascinated with unique books and literature. My eyes went on the specific. It was called The Doctor by Nikki Sloane. I arched my eyebrows, thinking the owner of this book is probably reading Nikki Sloane’s story. “When are you going back to Italy?”