Dominik Mysterio X Novels & Stories

I flinched. But even as I wanted to argue, Theo’s face—the tight jaw, the way his fists trembled—came back sharper than any words I could form. “I…” My throat locked. Damien’s smirk curved. “Exactly.” His hand tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. “Stop torturing yourself with fantasies of knights. They’ll never survive in the dark. But I…” His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “I am the dark. And I’ll make sure no one can take you from me.”

“Alright. Just make sure you stay focused, Tiffany. We need you sharp.” I cleared my throat, forcing myself back into the moment. “So what is his deal?” “Dominic runs anything that has alcohol and women in it,” Mercer said. “Bars, clubs, casinos, private lounges. If it's loud, expensive, and full of attention, it's his.” He paused for a second, like he was deciding how to frame the rest. “Dominic is not like Scars. Scars builds systems. He controls everything. Dominic just lives inside the chaos he creates. He is smart in a street way, but he leads with impulse more than strategy.”

Carlos realized a group of women were staring closely at Dominik. “Dam, bro! Looking like that, you're a total specimen for the ladies.” Blond like the sun, with light blue eyes, arms that rubbed the inside of the sleeves of the white shirt he was wearing, muscular thighs that showed through the black slacks he had on and almost 2 meters in height that helped little to none at blending in crowds. Dom turned around and noticed the women, too. “Either that, or they recognized me.” “But, of course. Middle eastern women, Big fans of soccer.”

He had a mean right hook, and the look on his face right now was stormy enough to warrant concern. “Damien? My boss?” he gritted out, still looking like he was two seconds from strangling me to death. “Yes,” I affirmed, chuckling nervously. “Damien Du Pont, himself. The vampire king of New Orleans.” “Whatever made you think there’s something between us?” Dominic was fully facing me now. His hands were crossed over his chest. He seemed no longer interested in shooting silver bullets into imaginary rogues. “I don’t know, Dom. Maybe it’s the energy between you? Or the electric sexual tension that anyone around you two could practically choke on?” I was framing my sentences as questions because

A way of keeping girls in line with the threat of being used sexually? “I’m sorry.” Domenico removed his gun and stuffed it back in his waistband before standing. “Get him cleaned up and back to Jax.” “Be grateful la Bestia granted you mercy,” Marco said to the slug. My brow scrunched at the name—the Beast. It was fitting. Once again, the slug’s eyes widened and snapped to Domenico. He immediately turned onto his knees, bowing in front of Domenico, arms outstretched on the floor, his head down.

She was actually going to tell him herself. So it was all good. Odessa Xavier trailed off. She gave him her full attention when she noticed the troubled look on his face. What's wrong, Xavier? Tell me. He sighed in defeat. The reason why Dominico needs your blood is because it can enhance his powers by tenfold. Tenfold. Odessa yelped in disbelief. He will be invisible.

he replied, grinning mischievously at me. “Motherfucker,” I murmured. “Now tell me what’s on your mind,” he demanded. “What do you mean?” I asked him. “You may be best buds with Bruno now but you seem to have forgotten that I know you, Mateo and something is wrong or at least, something is weighing on your mind so tell me what it is,” Dominic explained. I hated how intuitive he was sometimes. Makes me want to shove his face through a door. “And now you’re looking at me like you want to murder me,” he added.

“Nothing.” She scoffs, “It's ‘not’ nothing. Not when a billionaire chases after you.” I gasp. “You know him?” “Who doesn't know Xavier Kingston? CEO of Double B Lingerie? One of the top 3 eligible bachelors of Manhattan?” I don't say anything. Because I didn't know he was that well-known. Come to think of it, I don't really know much about him. Talia's lips press into a thin line. “Who is he to you?’”

“The signal vanished, but not before he bounced it through four different spoofed servers. He’s smarter than we thought.” Dominique leaned against the wall, pressing her fingers to her temple. “Then I need to be smarter.” “We will be. We’re not alone.” “That’s what scares me,” she murmured. “I’m not used to help.” “You’re used to worship,” he said flatly. She smiled, bitter. “Close enough.” “Domica doesn’t need worship,” Damien said after a pause. “She needs a witness. And I’m here for that.” The line went quiet.

“Now. Did you have your entire pack dosed with the separatum amoris nexum that blocks the mate bond from being felt by either mate?” Dominic blinks and looks at Wesley and then at King Malachi. “No. I’ve never even heard of that potion.” My brows furrow, and I glance at Reid, who wears a matching expression of confusion. Wesley and Malachi also exchange glances, then Malachi cocks his head to the side. “Did you unlock your pack’s bunker for the rogues and collaborate with them to organize the attack on your pack?” “I would never work with rogues,” Dominic says, his expression darkening. “And I would never leave my pack vulnerable like that.”