Dominick Carisi Novels & Stories

CASPIAN. I didn’t want Carla to dance with that bastard, Leo Monterobio. He was part of the Mafia, working as Marco Rossi’s second in command. A known womaniser and a very dangerous fellow. I didn't want him even an inch close to Carla. Just seeing him sit close to her had my blood boiling. I wanted to gouge his eyes out for staring at her like she was a piece of meat. I wanted to knock his teeth out for smiling at her like he was in a toothpaste ad.

The atmosphere in the casino was pushed into a frenzy by that insane prize, and the chips piled higher and higher as everyone went red-eyed with greed. At that moment, the door was pushed open again, and a man with a black eyepatch over his left eye walked in. It was Domenico Carbone, Julian's sworn enemy. "Don Vitale, you're in a generous mood tonight, using your own woman as a prize." Domenico's leering gaze stayed locked on me.

“We’ve served you for years, Dominic, and you’ve never offered us a seat at your table. Now suddenly your bastard son gets everything?” Others shouted in agreement like they waited for someone to say it. “You are an ingrate, Caruso.” Alfredo seethed. The man, Caruso, glanced briefly at Alfredo and gulped. “Alfredo. We both know what's at stake if–” But then Dominic stood, and without hesitation, he drew his gun and put a bullet straight through Caruso’s skull. The sound echoed through the walls as blood splattered across the table. Silence followed.

Everyone was pretty nice to me. There was Mariano's entire family, along with other important people of the mafia. There was Sergio, and his wife. Then, Franco, who was the Capo in Sicily. And Marcellia who was their lawyer. She was really pretty, well into her 50s, but carried herself with so much style and grace and confidence. When I grew old I wanted to be like her. "So, Donna," Sofia, Sergio's wife asked me as we ate dessert. It was a rich, decadent, tiramisu, "How did you meet Don? And how are you liking the mafia life?"

"You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!" The grip on my shoulder tightened painfully, crushing my still-healing body. "Take your hand off me!" I snapped, fighting against the Beta's strength. Suddenly, a shiny modern silver car pulled up, with Damon driving and Cassandra looking victorious and jealous beside him. The windows were rolled down. Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she said, "Damon, look! It is the poor Omega! I guess she is still obsessed with you even after all this time." Damon turned to me. His face was cold, and fishy. The sight of him, the memory

The wine cellar held the scent of oak barrels and aged red wine. I pressed myself against the cold stone wall, trying to keep my breathing even. Dominic's voice cut through from the other side, "Bold of you, coming onto my territory alone." A gruff laugh answered him. Through the crack in the hidden door, I recognized Carmine Lucchese, the East Side boss. "I'm just curious, Luciani, how do you sleep at night? Does your wife know Old Man Moretti dying at the hands of the cops wasn't an accident?"

"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?

And in that moment, control slipped. Dominic pressed his thumb against the rim of his glass. It was one night. One night doesn’t mean anything. Still, his chest burned with the memory of her skin — the heat of it. The way her pussy trembled beneath his hands. He took a drink, cold and sharp. Across the table, Carlo, one of his men, shifted uncomfortably. The man was built like a wall and had the sense not to interrupt when his boss was silent for too long, but even he could feel the tension.

Dominic continued, carefully, “That number’s been used before. Once. Two months ago. It called someone inside.” “Who?” Carlo asked, voice low and deadly. Dominic hesitated. He looked at Kristen, then back at Carlo. His jaw tightened. “You’re not going to like it.” “Say it,” Carlo growled, stepping forward. Dominic didn’t flinch. “It was Rico.” For a second, time seemed to stop. A buzzing filled Carlo’s ears. His jaw clenched, his fists curled, and every muscle in his body went rigid. “That son of a bitch,” he muttered, barely breathing the words out.

“It was an escape when I was a child.” I say nothing, for in moments like these, sometimes, all one needs is silence to collect their thoughts. “Growing up was hard, Tesoro. My father, Dominic Carlisi, was a man of few sentiments. He and his first wife had multiple children, all girls. When after seven years of trying, no son was born, he divorced her and married my mother. It was a loveless marriage, for he still loved his first wife, and my mother was nothing but a vessel to give him the next don in line to his empire - the future Carlisi Don. When I was born, he bought my mother the largest diamonds he could find - huge, ostentatious things. And that was the end of their