Dominick Carisi Novels & Stories

Carlo’s lips curved into a mocking smile as his gaze locked onto Dominic, clearly amused by what he saw. “I see they haven’t caught you yet, bastardo russo,” Carlo said with a mocking smile, his tone filled with provocation as he referred to the police who were searching for Dominic because of the kidnapping accusation, completely unaware that the woman standing right beside him was the same one he believed had been taken. I instinctively reached forward and grabbed the fabric of Dominic’s shirt, my fingers tightening slightly as I stepped closer behind him, seeking a sense of protection that my body seemed to recognize even before my mind could fully process the danger in front of us.

If it were up to me, I would never get married. Most soldiers had nothing to be proud of, being in the lowest position in the syndicate, but my father wore it on his sleeves like some ornament. My brother, Domenico, was not any different. At least he had a proper reason. Domenico Guerra was a name known to the whole of the underworld. He was not a soldier as he should have been. He had not inherited the title from our father. Instead, he became the Consigliere, the advisor, to Adonis Vitale, the Capo of the Vitale Crime Empire, because my brother was the only one Adonis trusted with his eyes closed. The Vitales were one of the two ruling families of the New York Cosa Nostra, which was a trem

" 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.

“You know how much the George family is respected.” “But it still does not change the fact that he deceived me.” Duke pointed out. “He made me believe that he was a taxi driver. That was a serious deception.” He sat down, disgruntled. Carla joined him on the seat, feeling bad about the situation as she comforted him with an understanding look. Even in his current state of disappointment over the situation, Dominic admired their show of support for each other. He hoped that he would have that kind of synergy in the future with a loving and respectful woman.

Maddy cussed and dropped the whisky bottle on the table, she moved closer to have a look at Roman’s neck “He’s experiment 25” she stated the obvious “Yeah so?” Lucas shrugged “Twenty minutes ago when we were talking to “Roman” he had the number 19 on his neck and who do we know is experiment 19?” she asked, slowly starting to make her point “Caroline” Dylan finished “Yes, my sister. You’ve been living with my shapeshifter of a sister” Maddy rubbed her temple “Chill, I saved a girl named Caroline and brought her home. She also said her lucky number is 19” Lucas stated

Annalissa Hale “It’s good to finally meet you, Mrs. Romano,” he says smoothly, leaning back in his seat. I shift closer to the window, trying to create some kind of space between us. “Nice to meet you too.” “Dominic Caruso,” he introduces himself. “Enzo’s closest friend. Best man.” I don’t respond. “You’re even more ravishing in person,” he adds, eyes raking over me like he’s appraising an art piece.

I grabbed some coffee, trying to push the early morning thoughts out of my head, when someone stopped in front of my table. I looked up to see a man standing there, watching me seriously. He wore a well-cut dark gray suit, a white shirt, and a black tie. His face was hard, marked by deep lines. "Rocco?" he said. "That's me. Who are you?" "I'm Domenico. Don Alessandro sent me to reinforce Diana's security." I looked him up and down, recognizing the name. Domenico was a capo who usually operated in Palermo, collecting tributes for the family. Since we'd never been formally introduced, I didn't recognize him at first.

I waited in rising fury, my mind a mess of my own thoughts. I’d admit I had underestimated the young pakhan, I basiCellie indulged his past attacks. I had been lax about my retaliations and it had fed his audacity, given him an illusion of invincibility where the matters of the Costra Nostra were concerned. Dominic strode out of the great building, ascending the wide concrete stairs with a repose that didn’t match the storm brewing in his gaze. He was flanked by the two capos that had been apprehended by Jenkins, a pesky, relentless prosecutor that was a lodged pin in my side.