Novel & Cerita Dominic Toretto

In less than twenty-four hours after I met Dominic, he killed his beloved Presa Canario, Brutus, whom he had raised for five loving years. Dominic was a notorious figure in Crestfall’s elite circle. He was eccentric and ruthless. Everyone who knew him was aware of his two major obsessions: dogs and women. He had raised many breeds of dogs. The only thing they had in common was their aggression and viciousness. He trained them using live animals. Other than chickens and rabbits, he often used human flesh to train them.

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."

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar

"Colton, can't say I've heard that name before." Dominic chuckled lightly and took a sip of his drink. He placed the glass back down with a happy sigh. "Why of course you haven't, I'm just a humble casino owner. I, however, know much about you Ace Hernandez." I stared at him with a stoic expression. Is Dominic Colton friend or foe? Either way I wasn't amused by the tone of his voice. Fuck, I hardly liked anyone I just met. So perhaps he is just a sarcastic bastard.

His Russian accent was just the topping on the cake. “As you already know me, I’m Krystal SinClair and this is Kairi Lovette the Photographer.” Krystal said pushing Kairi forward. Dominik eyed Kairi up and down, then stood up and made his way over to her, his eyes never leaving hers. He wore a grey Armani pants suit with a black button up shirt underneath. “It’s very nice to meet you Ms. Lovette, You can just call me Dominik.” He said taking her smaller hand in his very larger one. A smirk laid on his face.

"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."

She glared at him, this tone playfully, "I am not chasing after Domenico." "Oh really?" He wriggled his brows and she loosened up and let out a laugh. She was chasing after Domenico de Cerintti. "He puts my female ego to shame unlike you" she shot him a smirk, "I have to make him take that back. I, Rosetta D'armani would have Domenico Cerintti crawling on his knees to me." ********* Domenico didn't drive his car to school that day so he trekked home. The heavy rock in his chest was getting heavier and heavier, he felt suffocated and a walk through the streets of Italy provided a little comfort to his damaged soul.

I said, and he nodded. “And you?” I asked. The man took a deep breath for a second, clearly debating as he got lost in his thoughts for a second. The man looked like he was going through the mental battle of his life, and though I didn’t understand the reason, I could tell that something happened. “What happened?” “Nothing that we did not expect,” he said, and I frowned in confusion. “Renata got mad at the omega.”

Seeing them, the man shook his head, then one of them said in a pained voice, "Wh... who... who are you?" Ignoring his question, the man now began to brush off the dust on his clothes and then comfortably sitting beside the man on his heels said, "Next time if even by mistake you ever seen troubling a girl, then I swear to your mother and sister... I will not leave you alive!" Saying this he stood up and went to his car and took his blazer and wearing it and said "And yes... You were asking na? who am I..... Listen with your fucking ears open! Kunal Singhania! Don't you dare to forget this name!"

“Love already? How long has it been, Isa?” Isadora shook her head. “A month.” “Wow, just wow. Who is this mystery man, and why won’t you tell me his name?” Isadora looked down briefly, and then glanced around the empty reception area. “His name’s Dominic and it’s not that I don’t trust you, but he’s sort of well known.” “Well known how? There are at least five thousand men in this city with the name Dominic.” Isadora took a deep breath, and looked her friend in the eye. “Dominic Rose Vittori.”