Dominick Carisi Jr Novels & Stories

Carlo screams, a high-pitched, animalistic sound that grates against my nerves. Dominik doesn't flinch. He holds the hand steady. "She found you in two hours," Dominik says softly. "Two hours, Carlo. You are an insult to my wife’s intelligence." He breaks the middle finger. Carlo convulses against the restraints. A spray of blood flies from his split lip, landing on Dominik’s pristine white shirt. Bright red dots on crisp cotton. I should be looking away. I should be closing my eyes. But I can't.

“No, but it’ll help you carb-load before the next emotional ambush.” I took the juice. “I take it you heard?” “Every word,” she said, biting into a piece of toast. “That woman’s sharper than barbed wire. But you? You scorched her.” “I don’t feel like I won.” Jules raised an eyebrow. “You walked away. That’s more than most people manage.” I nodded, even though my chest was still tight. Before I could say more, the door opened again. Dominic. Impeccably dressed, of course—black slacks, white shirt rolled at the sleeves, no tie. Just enough casual to be lethal. He didn’t look at Jules. Just me.

I had no choice but to back off and leave the city for a while for things to cool off. While I was away, I had a visit from the one person that Dominics hated the most, the one person who could bring him down, Carlos Gonzalez. It was Carlos that opened my eyes to many things I didn’t know about. I found out that Dominic could never side with me because he gets a huge percentage on every deal. He was the owner of the ships used for smuggling the girls and the other consignment.

adolf hoped for a change, specially on damaris, that one of the both of them returned to their senses. bruce carat diamonds the perfume of her sheer blouse her pencil skirt no longer to his leather trousers-- where his major concerns. Damaris looked shocked but excited when he lifted her up to the bed to strip her before her son's eyes. he had never done this before too. it was too late before she could understand what sort of humiliation he had given her. Tim karon, 53 years old, his hands, thumb, collarbone-- all suffering a compound fracture, twisted elbow with a damaged spinal cord ran the successful Park. he was known for being too violent with his theme parks. but who in God's wife ima

"He joined later than I did, so he's my junior apprentice." "So, how does this junior apprentice treat his senior apprentice?" Dominic asked playfully. Carissa's cheeks turned a soft pink. "Very well!" Dominic gave Rafael a knowing look. Sometimes, a man didn't need to say much—the way he looked at someone was enough to show how much he cared. Back at Victory Pass, Dominic had worried in silence. When Carissa remarried, would the Hell Monarch ever feel any disdain toward her? He had never quite understood Rafael's true intentions in marrying her. Was there some sort of conspiracy or hidden plot behind it all?

he said, taking a seat. Dominic carried himself with the authority of a man born to lead. His presence demanded respect in any room, the kind of weight that made lesser men sit straighter. He fit the role of Don better than Marco ever would. But this wasn’t his fucking city. And in my territory, there was only one man at the head of the table. Me. “Fantastic,” I drawled, rising to pour three glasses of whiskey. Carlos took two and handed one to Dominic. “Don’t tell me you’re not happy to see me,” Dominic smirked.

" After sending the message, Carlo put down his phone and rubbed his wrist, where an old scar circled like a band. The occasional sharp pain served as a reminder of its presence. As a dom, Carlo didn’t enjoy violence for its own sake—what he truly relished was the intense sense of control, not just over the body, but over the mind. He had a strong hunch that Nicola would be a particularly challenging subject. But Carlo never backed down from a challenge.