Dominique Dipierro Novels & Stories

He stood tall, with a lean but muscular build that spoke of confidence and power. His chiseled jawline, brown hair, and intense brown eyes were striking enough to make anyone look twice. And judging by the way Amelia was looking at him, she wasn’t immune to his appeal either. “That’s Damian,” Amelia said softly, her voice filled with a mix of awe and caution. “Dominique’s older brother. The second son of the Blackwoods.” I stared at him, trying to reconcile the image in front of me with the warnings I had been given. Damian was notoriously known as a womanizer, a predator in his own right, who treated women as nothing more than objects for his amusement.

A tear fell on her cheek, I was sure I saw it. Soon after they had left, Dominic returned. He looked excited, which means his journey was a good one. “What's the gist?” I asked, returning to my table. “Victor agreed to help us speed the shipping.” He announced. “Meanwhile, there seems to be something strange about Don Pedro.” “What's that?” “I think he's secretly working with the government,” he said. “Probably, he's wanting to have access to every activity in the State.” I smiled, that was all I could do.

Only here, only in Dominic’s arms, that Matteo could feel like someone really loves him. Their damp bodies clung to the bed sheet, the heat of the moment doing nothing to cool the fire burning between them. Matteo Romano’s body pinned on top of Dominic Cortez’s body, their lips licking each other in a deep kiss as if they were about to devour themselves. Dominic’s hands held on the hard ridges of Matteo’s back tightly, dragging his nails down his broad shoulders before gripping his hips and pulling him deep inside him.

I guess I didn't need to lie so much on my resume after all. "I'll be honest with you. This job isn't really for a maid position," Dominique admits. She pauses and studies my face. "Are you familiar with my husband, Raisa?" I nod my head, gulping. Of course I am. Everyone in the greater Los Angeles area knows who Adrian Cooper is. Hell, I'd bet most of the world knows the name. Newspaper magnate turned lucrative investor. He's wealthier than God and has always been controversial.

Said Jean carefully. "Sure, you must have a lot of questions to ask. And call me, Delia." The woman named Delia introduced herself. "Who is Dominic? What does he do? Is he a mafia? Where is he now? And what is the motive for bringing me here?" Jean asked lots of questions in a row. Delia stopped her steps. "Wow !!! One by one Miss. You don't know who Mr Dominic is?" She asked back. Jean shook her head in a sign that she didn't know.

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.

The floodlights are trained on it. "Who is it?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly. Dominik steps in front of me, blocking my view, filling my entire vision. "Dario," he says. The name lands like a stone. Dario De Rosa. The young enforcer who drove me to the office just last week. He has a fiancée in Queens. He showed me a picture of the engagement ring. "Is he..." I can't finish the sentence. "He was returned to us," Dominik says, the words sharp and jagged. "In pieces."

“Of course I do. I'm glad you know where I'm coming from.” Monique nods and we continue to eat in silence. “Did you know Dominique has a younger brother?” “Yeah. Leonardo Gray. He owns Club Rogue.” “What? And you didn't tell me, why?” “Why does it matter?” “Maybe I deserve to know. How did you even know this?” “I'm a model, duh. I’m expected to know every big-boy slash man in town. And he may not be popular like his brother, but he's a party boy.”

In recent days, I haven't had direct contact with her as usual, not least because you don't want her to know that there are security guards monitoring her every move. That's why I was in the bar, hiding, trying to understand the reason for her discomfort and was confused to notice that Lohan, as well as not realizing that she wasn't well, still tried to kiss her. The unpleasant part is reporting all this to Dom, knowing that he won't like hearing the last of it. I've known Dominique for over a decade, I worked for his grandfather, Didier Le Blanc, as a bodyguard, before I really got to know him. He was a tourist kid who hardly stayed at home. We got close after his grandfather died and I saw

“He’s the douchebag I told you about. The one from club Nova.” Surprise took over my annoyance and my gaze snapped to Dominic whose flaring nostrils told me he didn’t appreciate being called a douchebag one bit. “That was… him?” It suddenly made sense. Of course the lofty, rude asshole was Demetrio’s right hand man. Diana squared her shoulders, her jaw turning up. “Yes. And it’s unfortunate that I got to run into him again.” Her eyes narrowed at Dominic. “Whether your conceited ass believe it or not, I’m here to see Cellie’s new apartment. Not that I even owe you any explanation.”