Dominick Carisi Novels & Stories

"I heard. Cara Camila Rodriguez. You're the pretty little thing that swiped up my cousin, yeah?" Cara eyed him with an apprehensive look. "Pretty little thing?" "Dominic is a shameless flirt. Ignore him." Adonis advised. "What? What if she ended up with you because she hadn't met the cooler brother?" "Stai lontano da mia moglie Dom (Stay away from my wife Dom)." Cara watched as they bantered back and forth, and Dominic ultimately raised his hands in mock surrender. Adonis was a bit more carefree than usual compared to when they were at the mansion, and she wondered if coming home had something to do with it.

He walked them through it all—the assassination of his father by the bratva he’d hired, their thinly veiled alliance with the Carusos forged through Aurora, Matteo sniffing around Theo’s death, and now, Francesco’s beating of Aurora—which had pushed Dominic to set the entire Caruso family on a timer. “I want him gone,” Dominic said, voice cold and final. “Before the wedding.” Luca let out a low whistle. “Quite the interest in your future wife’s well-being. Congratulations. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Dominic raised a brow. Luca gestured at the file. “I mean, come on. Taking out a major player like Francesco over a woman?” “It’s not just a woman,” Marco teased. “His bride. I bet she’s

Dom was making a name for himself in the culinary world, and Bianca also knew that the baggage he carried, being the son of the internationally notorious Mafia Don, Lucien Delano, came with its own weight. The immense pressure on him to succeed made him lose weight, and he looked hassled. This evening, Dominick was at the restaurant, looking a little more stressed than usual, as he looked around. The reason for his anxiety became clear as the doors swung open and the Mafia Don walked in, as commanding as ever, his demeanour suggesting he was the one ruling the world. And holding his hand, or rather, the other way round, was his Woman, the voluptuous Proserpina.

Carlo’s eyes widened. Domenico leaned slightly forward, his gaze turning colder. “But what you did this time… Even after retiring from the job…” His voice dropped lower, “…is not acceptable.” Carlo felt his chest tighten. “P… Please—” “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Domenico cut him off. Carlo’s words died instantly in his throat. Domenico stared down at him with a storm raging in his eyes. “You should have known better,” he continued. “People who play with fire eventually burn themselves.”

I've had some pretty vivid fantasies of my Godfather, that's one thing that I will admit. The man oozed dominance, mystery and sexiness that rubbed off on any female. I'd enjoyed those subtle touches whenever he would place a necklace around my neck, the way his fingers seemed to linger on my waist a second longer than necessary when we pulled away from our hugs and the way that he would give me this intense look as if to whisper to me that it was our little secret.

She wasn’t going to make it on time, and this was one day she couldn’t be late for. “Ms. Rumero?” A polite man in a suit stopped her in her frantic tracks. “Ready to get to work?” “Wow, Uber is fast,” she blurted out stupidly. “Wait. I didn't even open the app.” “I’m your driver, Damien,” he said. Casello sent me.” “I … what?” Everything was happening really fast, and she couldn't hope to keep up with it all. First the dress. Then the sex. Then the condo. And now a personal driver?

And I knew that there was more to the story than what he was telling me. "What happened?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Dominic sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I came home, found her in bed with another man," he said, his voice laced with pain. "I lost control, Lucia. I didn't mean to hurt anyone, but I couldn't stop myself."

After so many days, i have finally learnt to walk normally after his Hardcore sex. Before he comes out I quickly washed myself and wore my dress. I grabbed my purse and Ran downstairs and finally out of the mansion. This house will always haunt me, this is not house it's a hell for me and That man is Lucifer. Dominick Moretti, Italian mob boss. I hate working for him but at the same time I am proud of myself that I am knowledgeable enough to work with him. I am his personal accountant. I manage his accounts. And this is what keeping me and my father alive.

Sofia raised a questioning eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "You are correct," Domenico acknowledged, nodding in agreement. "However, at this moment, I am here on duty, and Leonardo is my superior. I work for him as the CEO of one of his companies and serve as his trusted right hand," he explained, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Unspoken between them was the understanding that Domenico held a position of power within Leonardo's formidable Mafia organization, making him the proverbial right hand to the boss himself.

Deep down, I wasn’t as confident as I sometimes liked to lie to myself about. The waiter finally came, and the orders were placed. I ordered lobster fra diavolo with Calabrian chili because I wanted something with a bite... and yeah, I would’ve preferred a drink loaded with rum, but this was what they had. The atmosphere loosened up enough that I could handle it, even surrounded by dominant Alphas, even if most of them were women. “I’m surprised at how well Victoria handles herself for an Omega. I mean, no offense, but under this much pressure, an Omega would be shaking and scared to death,” Stephanie said out of nowhere, dabbing her mouth with her napkin.