Novel & Cerita Dominique Dipierro

Letting out a slow breath I close the laptop and lean back in my chai “ now it’s just a waiting game to see what she says” “ Boss, do you think she’ll betray you?” Creed's question had only crossed my mind about a billion times. In all reality she could be playing us and really be acting like a double agent for them. Damn it!! If only I got up I could of made sure she was followed

But she was now Natalia. After she regained her memories, it didn't take her long to figure out who Dom was. A quick search online revealed his full name was Dominic Valentini. Age 38 and currently the head of the Valentini mafia family. They were rivals with the Parisi family. If Dom got a hold of Orlando's location, he would kill him. That meant Leo Parisi would go to jail where it would be easy for them to get rid of him and successfully take out their biggest competitor. Thalia wondered if telling the truth was the right thing to do.

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.

I asked with worry evident in my tone, I watched him take a slow intake, “I...I’m into BDSM,” he said, making me blink in confusion, I didn’t know what to say or react, he noticed my confusion, “I’m a dominant, Clarissa!” he said, when my mind screamed what the word meant, it made me realize what he was… my eyes widened in shock, Oh my god! Author’s note:- Hello guys, please let me know your thought’s in the comments section do like the book and follow me. Love you all, Thank you, I*******m:- S.N_Nina_Arthur.

Grey arched a brow as he was quickly lost in between the conversation “The last person in Bernard Captivity, the werewolf he’s using….His brother is in town and he is very much after Bernard but I don’t even think he would be available to help since he has pressing matters to deal with” Roman said, referring to Nimueh being on his ass and Harley could quickly grab that he was talking about Nimueh “Something more important than his brother?” Grey arched a brow “You wouldn’t understand dad, it’s kind of weird” Harley tried to take him off the topic

I looked dangerous. I looked like the Queen of the Steele Pack. Dom stood up, looming over me. His bespoke black tuxedo was torn, the jacket missing and the white shirt torn open, revealing the massive muscles and silver scar of his chest. But he was a dark god of war. "You were mine to protect," Dominic growled, crowding me. His rage and protectiveness was delicious. He grabbed my long dark hair and pulled my head back, kissing me hard on the lips. It was a pledge of undying love, and a pledge of undying war. "Are you ready to rule our empire, Sophie?"

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."