Dominick Carisi Novels & Stories

The tricks I used to please him became my shame, and his weapons to humiliate me. "Sister, what's this you dropped... Domenico Lucchese?" Carmela picked up the business card that had fallen from my pocket and read the name aloud. Domenico. The name hit me like a physical blow. Salvatore’s lifelong rival. The man in New York he’d never even met but hated with a vengeance. The next second, a stinging slap from Salvatore sent my head ringing. "You say you don't love me because you found someone else?! And it had to be fucking Domenico Lucchese? You know he's the one person I hate most in this world!"

"Or one of his cousins." "Which cousin?" I wasn't friendly with any of Lorenzio's family. But I did meet one of his cousins. Dominico. Back at that cruise ship retirement party I unwillingly organized for that two-faced pedo whose wrinkly old balls enabled his existence. That afternoon, Dominico had a drink with me at the bar while the young servers ogled him for an hour or so. The guy was roughly the same age as Lorenzio. But why would Dominico Tomassini bother to drive all the way out here? And who the fuck told him I was here?

Elena harbored a deep-seated vendetta against the Romanos. At first, Lucia was overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, but fear soon took hold. She found herself terrified of unwittingly becoming an accomplice in Elena's secret mission. Her initial instinct was to expose Elena's true intentions. If Elena were to be caught in the future, Lucia might become implicated as well. To protect herself, she knew she had to get closer to Mr. Romano and infiltrate the Romano Group. Building a bond with Andrea and earning his trust became her mission, even if it meant suppressing her timidity or appearing cowardly.

I'm so freaking turned on by them that I want to cry. I go to take a step towards the shower but he's quicker than me and within seconds he's standing in front of me pulling me into him. "Are you sure that you want to play with fire, baby girl?" his eyes are blazing and the growl in his voice is low and could be seen as scary. Hell, maybe I should be scared but I'm not. What I am is horny as hell. I have a feeling that Nicky loves to be dominant in bed, that he wants to push me to my limits and in all honesty I think I want that too.

“Boss…” “So, now, judging by these papers, I have nothing to say about anything” Domenico said, ignoring his lawyer who was forced to stop talking. The Lycan was clearly calmer than he should have been, letting me know that this was one of his plans, and whatever the reason was behind it, Carter, who was listening to the conversation from my office, was going to find it out.

Their expressions were unreadable. Dominic is Alex’s older brother and the designated heir to the family throne, scoffed. “You’ve got some nerve showing up here,” Dominic said, his voice low and venomous. “I just got the call,” Alex replied. “I didn’t—” “Save it,” his father interrupted. His voice was calm. Too calm. “Carlo’s dead. Found in his office with a Morano calling card next to the body. And guess whose name is being whispered in every corner of this city?”

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.

Panicking inside, he knew he had cross the boundary and they was no returning, so he kept going. Dominic’s eyes burned with fury, but beneath it, there was something else. Something deeper. His voice dropped to a near whisper, dangerous and controlled. “You want to know why, Vincent? I’ll tell you. Carissa stays because I say so. Because I’m the Don of this family, and my word is final. I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks. Carissa is under my protection, and anyone who wants to question that can come and face me themselves.”he said in. Slow threatening voice that had vincent withdrawing.

By the time Yuri sat on the chair opposite him, Dominic had gained his confidence back. He was ready to take over and fulfill his duty as the Mafia lord and take the Montego empire to dizzying heights as his father would have wanted. And everything else would stay where it was, in the past. Except for one... "The Funeral..." Yuri started. once again cutting his trail of thought. "What about it, Yuri." He felt annoyed. "I was thinking we should add more men. whoever took Frank out might not be happy that you running the business," Yuri stated, calm as always. If he was aware of Dominic's sour mood, he did a good job of playing it cool.

Dominick pushed a chair to his front and he took his seat, crossing his legs and facing him. Carlos' eyes were fully opened to see his tormentor, someone who used to be his closest friend. "D.. Dominick'' he stuttered, Seeing the looks on Dominick's face made him think that Dominick was intending to kill him at that moment. Carlos was frightened, he knew his friend so well and Dominick might kill him without hesitation. Except he had a use for him— only why he would prolong his life. Carlos had known Dominick for over eight years, they met when Dominick escaped his Mafia foster father. The man who raised him to be ruthless. Carlos knew that Dominick would never forgive him for betraying him,