Novel & Cerita Dominic Toretto

Becky released a breathe again, “Dominic Toretto, you look like a hard man. Your eyes are cold and you sound so threatening. I’ll ask you one last question” My hand slowly lowered itself to the butt of my gun, “What is it?” “My husband has called your name once. But just in whispers. I barely hear stuffs about his personal business. How do I know that you are truly Dominic Toretto or not some kind of wannabe”.

“It sends a message. To your enemies. To mine. We’re not divided anymore.” Dominic’s jaw worked as he considered that, the sharp calculation visible behind his eyes. Finally, he spoke. “She’ll hate you.” I smiled. “Already does.” “She’ll hate me too.” I shrugged. “You’re used to it.” A heavy silence stretched between us, filled only by the muffled bass thudding beneath our feet. Dominic finally exhaled, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. “You get one shot at this, Moretti,” he warned. “You screw her over? I don’t care how many guards you’ve got, how high your walls are, I’ll find a way.”

His entire being radiated a palpable sense of cold fury. It was then that a link to a news article was shared with the group chat. "Dominic Romano Allegedly Suffers From Impotence; Prospects for Inheriting the Famiglia Legacy Terminated." The article featured photos of Dominic and me visiting a urology department, along with several sets of examination data. "Is that why Isabella is cheating on Dominic?" Dominic immediately initiated a family video call. Mom, Dad, and various senior members of the famiglia appeared on the screen.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

The privacy curtain separating the medical clinic from the main bakery kitchen rustled softly, breaking the tense silence that had fallen between Tess and Leo. Dominic stepped through the threshold, his massive shoulders rolling as if he were carrying the weight of the entire lower sector on his back. His silver eyes searched the room, instantly noting the empty chair where Regnar had been sitting just moments before.

He stood inches from her, a predator observing a particularly stubborn piece of prey. "You have a habit of being in the wrong place at the exactly right time, Miss Rossi," Dominic said. His baritone was smooth, a low vibration that carried through the rain. "Trespassing. Infiltration. And now, witnessing an internal audit." Lina forced her chin up, though her knees felt like water. "It looked a lot like a murder from where I was standing, Moretti." "The world is a messy place, Lina. I’m just tidying up." Dominic took a step closer, erasing the last of her personal space. "I’m building a future. And I don't have room for people who record my private business."

The doors opened at 8:47. "Something smells good." His voice arrived before he did — low, unhurried, the voice of a man who assumed he'd be listened to and was never wrong. Dominic Moretti filled doorways the way most men filled chairs. Broad. Still. The particular stillness of someone who had never needed to raise his voice to make a room go quiet. He had a fresh cut on his jaw. Lena looked at it for one second. Then looked back at the tomatoes. "You're bleeding," she said

Except it wasn't the announcer stepping into the spotlight. It was the hosts. My frantic gaze swept over the line of powerful men, skimming past faces I barely recognized, until it landed… on him. Six-foot-six. Broad shoulders draped in an impeccably tailored, midnight-blue tuxedo that fit him like armor. Sharp, ruthless jawline. Pristine hair and the unmistakably cold grey eyes The Devil himself. Dominic Moretti. The blood completely drained from my face. I went rigid, every nerve ending screaming in panic as horror flashed behind my eyes. My knees wobbled, and I staggered back a step.

Aurora: “Alright, the legal documents are good, nothing new here. Anything on our stocks?” I asked the accountant who nodded, handing me the stocks’ sheet. “Our stocks have shown a massive strike up. The new plan of Mr. Dante indeed did show a positive feedback, especially since choosing to announce that Mr. Giovanni was now back as a partner alongside Mr. Mikhail” the accountant said, making me smile.

“I want you to leave and go back to New York. We had everything worked out to take over the Molina cartel and now that your dumbass came here it has destroyed our plans.” There is a lamp turned on next to the couch as he finishes that statement. There are 2 men sitting on the couch staring at her. One that looks to be over 60 and the other that looks to be around her age. “Oh, is that all?” Veronica asks as she chuckles. “Who is the other asshole there with you?” They both laugh and the younger man walks closer to Veronica and puts his hand out to shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you Donna. I am the future Jefe, Dominic.”