Dominick Carisi Novels & Stories

However, his disdain for Carissa, based on her past actions towards his close companion, was unmistakable. Upon learning of Carissa's reappearance, Parker harbored concerns that his friend might succumb to her persuasive words. However, his worries momentarily dissipated when Kathy made her entrance, bringing Parker a sense of relief. "Why didn't you introduce your new girlfriend to me either?" Parker retorted, prompting a bitter smile and a head shake from Dominic. "I had intended to," he confessed. Parker refrained from delving too deeply into Dominic's feelings, leaving it at that. "So, what's your plan? Carissa holds a crucial position as the executive director of Perotone. If the compan

He treated me with respect for the most part. Carlo shook his head, sure as hell that I was lying. “Take your hands off her. Nikolas will not like that.” Ricco said to Carlo. Carlo turned to him with a sneer saying, “Do your job and stop concerning yourself with matters that aren’t your business.” “I warned you,” Ricco said to Carlo and turned away. Carlo turned to me with a smile. I removed my hands from his grasp and sipped my already cold coffee. I didn’t want to be the reason he got in trouble with my husband.

She was almost to turn twenty when she finished her training, but before being officially sent to work at the men's club, all trainees had to be presented to the owner. It was a rule where the owner would have to bed them to see if they were indeed ready to be sent out to the clients. "What's your name?" Asked the owner. Carlo De Rossi. He is a Mafia Don. He was married to one of his Mafia associate's daughters, but they ended up being rivals in many things about business that they ended up splitting up. They got divorced, and he has been a single man ever since then. Now, he is in his late thirties, and he does not want to get involved with women with the word marriage attached to it. He wa

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.

"That’s right. I was just about to head downstairs." Isla seemed satisfied. "Alright then. Let’s go." The living room was a grand space, filled with the low murmur of conversation. Dominic stood at the head of the room, surrounded by the capos: Vittorio Russo, Giovanni "Gio" Romano, Isabella "Bella" Marino, Riccardo "Rick" Basile, Angelo "The Ghost" De Marta, and Luigi "The Hawk" Moratti. Sierra descended the grand staircase and made her way to the living room, where Dominic was already deep in conversation with his capos. The room was filled with the low murmur of voices discussing strategy and politics.

It was obvious in their dynamic. I’d also heard a few stories from Marina. She was the only one I got to talk to as she brought me food every day. She told me about how easy it was to set Maxim off. She also testified that she had seen a lot of people drop dead in front of her just for testing Maxim. The Russian mob was known to be ruthless but their leader was even more feared. He was the most feared of all the mafias in America. I never thought the don would be someone this young. I didn’t know his age but I knew he hadn’t crossed his thirties.

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

"I served under Enzo Romano for ten years before Vito took over. Now I serve Vito. There's a version of this conversation where loyalty to the name covers both of you." "It does," I said. "That's exactly what I'm proposing." "And the other version?" "The other version is that Vito Romano is blind and confined to a wheelchair. He has a missing ex-wife, a board that's been watching his stock decline for two quarters, and a father who has been quietly positioning for succession for longer than most people realize." I picked up my fork. "I'm offering you the winning side before the game is decided. Not after." Caruso was quiet for a moment.

This one gave the vibe of both old and modern from the mixed architecture. Mr De Marco stepped out of his car and then ran to the passenger's seat. That's when I realised he was with someone. A fair hand accepted his hand and she stepped out. Radiant chestnut hair and a smile that lit up her hazel eyes. Karis De Marco, his wife and one of the biggest business icons. They once made headlines because Karis was her husband's former rival. I wasn't into rich people gossip but I heard a bit about them from my mother. She was beautiful just like rumours.

Cosimo: “You are delaying things to your own benefit, and with each passing day, with each passing minute, they are growing stronger. It is not something that we want, Cosimo.” My elder, Jasperrando del Mariucci said, glaring at me. I had to force myself to calm down, reminding myself that he was not only my elder, but that he was in charge of most of the funding that came to us. “What is it that is forcing you to keep that woman alive? Huh? Why are you so scared of killing her like you’ve done for both her mother and father?”