Dominick Carisi Jr Romane & Geschichten

Too intimidating for my liking, I thought. "What's on the agenda for today?" Ciro asked, ignoring me entirely. "Some paperwork needs to be finished," Johnny replied. Ciro nodded, took his plate from the microwave, and sat down on a stool. "I’m going up to my room if Clarissa comes back and asks for me," I quickly excused myself. Johnny nodded, then returned to his paperwork. I quickly walked out, not wanting to spend another minute in Ciro's intimidating presence. Ciro was well-built, with dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and tattoos covering his arms. The scar on the left side of his face made him look dangerous, but beneath it all, he was undeniably handsome.

“If you don’t mind.” Domenico clears his throat, the corners of his lips slumping. “I know it will be hard to gain your trust, but I have done everything in my power to set the records straight. I went over books and contracts and I just got another chance to do another deal with the Scamarcios. I can do this, I just need a life-saving jacket to accompany me on the track. If you see that I fail you just once, you can drop me right away and let the Degli Baronesis gorge themselves on my rotting body.” Alessio scoffs as my father lifts his hand, “What do you think?”

Jersey #7 Troy Adams, 22 — Tall, quick, and everywhere at once. Troy was the tallest one in the group. He was a talent directly recruited by Carlos’ agency. Jersey #16 Ben Parker, 26 — The Floor General, leading with every move. Coach Duke Barkley personally recommended Ben. He used to play for the Phoenix Thunderhawks but was forced to take a backseat when his father became terminally ill. A year had passed since his father’s death, and Coach Duke convinced him it was time to chase his dreams. Jersey #66 Mateo Dobrev, 21 — Humble heart, ruthless hustle.

“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.”

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

“He just said the prosecutor's doing everything they can to make an arrest soon.” “Prosecutor?” “Yeah.” “How the fuck does he know that?” Dominico starts the engine. “He just got here.” “I told you: his dad's kind of a big deal. I think he's still best friends with Judge Carpio. You know him?” Dom cusses in Italian. The rain halts just as he drives away from the curb. “I was just trying to find out if Pierre knows anything about the investigation, and if they have anything on you.” “Did you?”

The sight of him in his element frightened her to the core. Donovan's attire bespoke his role as the leader of the fraternity. He donned a tailored suit in the fraternity's signature colors of black and subtle gold, the fabric impeccably cut to accentuate his stature and authority. The jacket bore subtle insignia of his leadership position, discreet yet unmistakable to those in the know. Underneath the jacket, he wore a crisp white shirt, the collar neatly pressed and the cuffs fastened with cufflinks that gleamed in the light. The shirt spoke of professionalism and sophistication, a reflection of his disciplined approach to his role.

Do I want it to? Jase and Ransom grab Storm, Lachlan and Weston lift up Carson, Arson helps Uncle Jax with Jensen, while Uncle Dom hoists JT up to carry over one shoulder. He might be a cook, but he is the largest of my Uncles. The large muscular handsome Italian is also a boxer and a mafia boss.

He always did. "As a matter of fact, I do," he replied happily, and I could hear him typing away, with classical music in the background. "His name is Dominick Luciano, or Big Dom. He used to be a big hustler in Vegas back in the seventies. You couldn't enter anywhere in the city at one time without dealing with at least one of his people." I remembered hearing something about Big Dom in one of Jaxon's stories about his mother, but I couldn't recall any other details, just the name. He sounded like the guy I was looking for.