Dominic Toretto Novels & Stories

He looked almost approachable. I approached him carefully, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Vito? I was wondering if we could talk about something." His head turned toward the sound of my voice, those dark sunglasses hiding whatever thoughts lay behind them. "Of course. What is it?" Just say it. Just tell him. "I wanted to—" The words caught in my throat as Mrs. Benedetti appeared in the doorway. "Mr. Romano, there's a call from Mr. Torrino. He says it's urgent."

He had heard a noise before the connection was broken, but he didn’t know if Leesa had simply hung up on him or if something had happened to her. He slammed the phone down into its cradle, then looked quickly around to see if anyone had noticed his outburst. The last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself. Dominic was tall and slender, with dark hair speckled with gray that hung fashionably over the collar of a black polo shirt. His neatly trimmed goatee was slightly lighter in color than his hair and came to a sharp point beneath his chin. He appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties, but he was older than that—far, far older.

“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.”

After all, he had been putting in long hours at the company, and they were almost going public. “Is what true?” She asked, her doe eyes shining her bow lips jutting forward in a semi-pout and looking far ahead to the bridge. “Don't fucking play games with me Eva, is this real?” This time he grabbed her wrist, brandishing the ring between them. She winced from his tight grasp, and he let go of his hold, never wanting to hurt her. This time around, he followed her gaze and noticed the car parked not too far from where he stood. He saw the man standing in front of it in his trench coat. He knew who that was. It was his arch-rival; Dominic Torreti.

Emilio said. His tone was calm, but there was a seriousness behind it that showed he meant every word. “I thought you liked Renata. But the way you spoke to her today made it seem otherwise.” Domenico leaned back slightly in the recliner, the cigarette resting between his fingers as smoke slowly curled into the dim air. His expression remained composed, though a faint tension appeared along his jaw. “She keeps talking about abortion as if it is nothing,” he replied. “If I don’t speak to her firmly, she will not understand.”

I moaned in his mouth as he squeezed my twins inside my top. He left my lips and attacked my neck. He nibbled my sweetest spot and my core throbbed from him. "I need you, Master..." I moaned loudly as he bit my neck and pinched my nipples inside my top. "Me too, Princess." He uttered after standing in front of me. "Go and sit on the edges of the table. And wait for your master." He ordered in dominating tone, unbuttoning his jeans. His dominating aroused me more.

Still holding her in his arms, he rushed past me, saying only a curt, "Stop causing trouble." When I first got the news, I thought Domenico had been set up by the Constanzo family. I even wondered if someone within our own ranks had tried to set him up and shake the famiglia's foundation. Never in my worst nightmares did I expect it would be her—Lorita Moretti. Ever since Domenico met her at the Bianchis' gala a year ago, he started bringing her up without even realizing it. As a bastard child surviving between factions, she reminded him of the hardships he experienced before he fought his way to the top.

If only she knew. Looking up, she realized that it was starting to get dark and she must return home. Serena or rather Aria her wolf ran back home and saw that the door was opened by her brother as he stood there at the doorway talking to probably one of his admirers, not intention of sounding jealous or whatever. Who would be jealous of being hounded by the opposite sex anyway? She trotted up and seemingly in a teasing way collided with her dear brother, Damon. She shouted “SORRY! Brother”, over her shoulder as she ran straight to her room after her small act of mischief.

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.

"Or one of his cousins." "Which cousin?" I wasn't friendly with any of Lorenzio's family. But I did meet one of his cousins. Dominico. Back at that cruise ship retirement party I unwillingly organized for that two-faced pedo whose wrinkly old balls enabled his existence. That afternoon, Dominico had a drink with me at the bar while the young servers ogled him for an hour or so. The guy was roughly the same age as Lorenzio. But why would Dominico Tomassini bother to drive all the way out here? And who the fuck told him I was here?