Dominic Toretto Novels & Stories

He belonged to the entertainment industry for real! “I could never father such an ingrate." He spat. “Really?" Dominik's face turned cold. I shivered at the cruelty that flashed on his face, I was so focused on his face that the loud smack and stifled yelp made me jerk. I looked back to Morretti to see Dominik's driver by the side. From the look of things, he had smacked Morretti on the face. “You would be sent out of the country along with your family to start your lives all over again."

“He was right. You've really fallen under the web of a woman, and you still dared to bring her here. Should I applaud your audacity or laugh at your stupidness?” His statement made me frown, he was aware of my existence? Then, he must be aware that I was not just a translator, right? But, what does he mean by Dominic being under the web of woman? Dominic did not speak for a while, then he said, “Mind your fucking business. You shouldn't be here poking your filthy nose into my matters, but trying to curry favor with the vipers. Isn't that what you know to do best?” Moretti's face turned dark, and he sneered, “Isn't that what you are here for as well? Behaving all composed as if we are not her

My mouth parted for a breathless gasp as his touch grew bolder, dragging me towards a climax I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide. And that’s when I fucking realized— Dominic Moretti was going to make me cum in front of an entire mafia family. ---

He let out a short, gravelly breath, his gaze tracking the wild, frantic rhythm of my pulse point. “I have no interest in forcing myself onto a woman who is incapable of getting wet from my touch,” Dominic growled, rolling off his knees and swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. He stood up, his massive frame towering in the dark as he adjusted his torn doublet, completely turning his back on me. “It bores my wolf, and it entirely frustrates me. If you think I am going to give you a predictable assault to match the horror stories your fathers tell you, you are mistaken.”

And now, years later, he wants to capture her, break her and mould her into his perfect, little plaything. Alejandro Genovese is the Hades of the Underworld; he is the Lucifer of Hell. He holds the ultimate power over the Cosa Nostra as his presence incites nothing but fear and bewildered respect amongst people. He feeds off of utmost violence and pain of others, and he'll treat his plaything no differently.

His stained plain white shirt hides some of the muscles in his arms and torso, while his dark boxer briefs show off his strong thighs. With tentative steps, I approach him and try my best not to look nervous. He's wearing his headset and talking in Italian to someone. After he hangs up, Dominico stares at me and sits back in the chair. His laptop is on the nightstand, but he's not paying it any mind. He's cleaning his gun, the parts spread across a thick gray cloth on the bedside table.

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."

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.

he answered, and I could almost hear her exhale. It looked like that option was acceptable to the Greco family, which struck me as strange. “And as for how long it’ll take to stabilize her Omega hormones and heat cycles, it’ll be faster if she’s in contact with a dominant Alpha.” “What does that mean, doctor?” I asked. “It means semen in the vagina and male pheromones are the best treatment to stabilize you.” I went silent, imagining intimate encounters with Lorenzo Greco, and a shiver slid down my spine.

Her eyes, usually soft and warm, now held a steely edge. “I have something you need to see,” she said without preamble, sliding a small flash drive across the table. Diego leaned forward, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “What is it?” Sophia met his gaze steadily. “Intercepted it in Rome. From one of Dominic’s decoys.” Alex reached for the drive, holding it up under the dim light. “She’s been close to the source,” Lorenzo said quietly. Sophia nodded. “Dominic’s not just disrupting your supply lines. He’s negotiating with the Casella cartel. Offering them a massive stake in our East Coast ports. Forty percent. In exchange, they back him as the next head of the Morano family.”