Dominic Toretto Novels & Stories

“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.”

He looked less like a club owner and more like a predator who had just wandered in from the night. “Clumsy,” Dominic observed, his voice a low growl. “Sorry, Mr. De Luca. You startled me.” Dominic stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. The backroom was small, and his presence seemed to suck all the air out of it. He leaned against a stack of liquor crates, his arms crossed over his chest. “The man from last night,” Dominic said, his tone casual, but his eyes were anything but. “Viper. He seemed to think he had a chance with you.”

she curiously asked again. Mr Dominic cleared his throat turning to meet Rita "no-nothing" he stuttered trying to avoid her burning gaze. "Was just scolding her for being so late to work again" he quickly added wiping his sweaty palms on his faded jeans, I didn't miss the fact that he was nervous.

“Hmm. I’m sorry about that.” “It’s in the past.” “But if I wasn’t in the picture with the whole contract thing, would you reconsider her?” Dominic stared at her as though she had just grown a pair of horns. “I do not tolerate cheating.” He said firmly and turned his gaze away. She regarded him cautiously as he drove. His emotions right now were strong and bordered on a bit of anger. “Does she know about your new status? I mean, your supposed status, I mean…of course we are the only ones that know what we have is not real but…”

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."

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!"

The First Session Cassandra entered the dimly lit room with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. She had arranged this meeting with Chad, a professional Dominant, in secret, determined to explore her deepest fantasies at last. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw him sitting in a high-backed chair, his tall, muscular frame outlined against the shadows. He regarded her coolly, appraisingly. "Good evening, Cassandra," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You're punctual. I like that."

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

The creature was certain in this as if he saw something only he could and that he felt made him superior to everyone else. “However, I don’t have that luxury.” Dominic crossed his arms struggling with his patience. “Now, to clear things up who are you?” “Het’ Tur.” Dominic’s eyes widened. This wasn’t the name he’d expected since that wasn’t the ‘god’ name he’d expected. It wasn’t a god name he knew. Though it sounded like one from a different pantheon. But the name’s sounds were off enough to be wrong. It was either a different name or a variant. He didn’t care right now. Something he’d research if it became needed.