Dominick Carisi Jr Novels & Stories

I need him to help me out with this, there is something wrong with Ciara, she is in pain and I need to know what it is so I can help her. I found him in the office as he said, but he wasn’t alone like I expected him to be. Carl, Harriet, and Justin his tech guy we’re there as well and they all looked so busy, planning a mission or so I guess. When I got inside, they all looked up and smiled as we exchanged pleasantries. I walked to where Dominic sat on his chair, hoping to convey my concerns to Dominic, but he dashed my hopes to the wind when he said,

One more step and my toes would probably peek through. Caroline looked visibly uncomfortable before she hurried me inside. The private room was filled with Caroline and Kyle's friends. The moment they saw me walk in, they started whispering among themselves. "Dominic spent three years in prison. His record is permanently stained. No hospital will ever hire him now." "So what if they don't? He's married to the eldest daughter of the Davis family. Living off her money for the rest of his life counts as a skill in its own right." "But Caroline's first love has always been Kyle. Dominic couldn't even compare to him when he was a brilliant oncology expert. Now that he's an ex-con, he's even less

Annalissa Hale “It’s good to finally meet you, Mrs. Romano,” he says smoothly, leaning back in his seat. I shift closer to the window, trying to create some kind of space between us. “Nice to meet you too.” “Dominic Caruso,” he introduces himself. “Enzo’s closest friend. Best man.” I don’t respond. “You’re even more ravishing in person,” he adds, eyes raking over me like he’s appraising an art piece.

“Three weeks ago, you rerouted a shipment. You skimmed the top. I would’ve let it slide, Vito. But then you lied.” Vito’s jaw trembled. “I— I didn’t lie. I—” Dominic raised a hand — not to strike, but simply to stop him. Vito froze. “You think I don’t notice crumbs missing from my table?” Dominic said softly. “I built this empire with hands dirtier than yours. I remember every dollar. Every name. Every promise.” He turned to the second man — barely out of his twenties. Carlo. New to the crew. Not yet smart enough to know the rules.

Carl whispered behind Dominique. "Don't do that again, it is creepy!" Dom snapped at Carl. "What did I do?" Carl asked innocently. "First of all, start by letting go of me, and stop whispering behind me!" Dom scolded Carl through gritted teeth. "Oh! Hihi." Only then did Carl notice that he had literally gripped Dom's arm from behind, preventing him from using the arm. From above, Grandmaster facepalmed himself, 'and this is supposed to be the CEO?'

He flashes me a wink on the way that makes my knees go weak. I’m hoping to see him again before I leave, but Carlos informs me he’s at a business dinner with a new music artist the company is hoping to sign to its music production division. “Just update his scheduling book and you can go.” “Okay, thank you,” I say as I hurry into Dominik’s office. Dominik likes to keep a hardcopy of his schedule on his desk along with the one on his phone and computer. He says he’s “old fashioned that way,” so I quickly jot it down and then take the elevator down to the street and race to the subway to catch the next train to Brooklyn.

Jessica started "Which Montego?" Emilly, another maid, cut her off and they all glared at her. "Anyway…" said Jessica rolling her eyes for special effects. "She was telling the senior Montego that they should celebrate Sir Dominic's coming birthday. There have been some struggles lately with the family business, so they need something to celebrate." She spilled the beans. "But I heard that he and his younger brother, Eric, don't get along. They once tried to kill each other." Emily interjected.

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.

Dominick pushed a chair to his front and he took his seat, crossing his legs and facing him. Carlos' eyes were fully opened to see his tormentor, someone who used to be his closest friend. "D.. Dominick'' he stuttered, Seeing the looks on Dominick's face made him think that Dominick was intending to kill him at that moment. Carlos was frightened, he knew his friend so well and Dominick might kill him without hesitation. Except he had a use for him— only why he would prolong his life. Carlos had known Dominick for over eight years, they met when Dominick escaped his Mafia foster father. The man who raised him to be ruthless. Carlos knew that Dominick would never forgive him for betraying him,