Dominique Dipierro Novels & Stories

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.”

“I am grateful, Sir.” “The pleasure is all mine.” “Sir, please I need you to understand that this will not be my motivation depending on whatever my response turns out to be.” Dominic clarified. Duke chuckled. “I was not expecting it to be. Don’t worry, it is not a bribe. Your service was smooth and enjoyable.” “Thank you.” “Shall we?” Duke rose to his feet and Dominic did the same. Both men almost matched heights at around six feet but Dominic was slightly taller at six foot one.

"We've agreed that what I told you was worthy so either with my help or not, you are meant to pay me." "I can decide not to pay you," Dominic grinned. "And there's nothing you can do about it. Absolutely nothing." Diego knew exactly what kind of man Dominic was and he was prepared on what to do... Or rather say since he knew the situation would end up like this. "I guess that is why people will always prefer Juan Moreno. The man keeps to his word, unlike you who is nothing but a—"

"I thought I knew all your beautiful friends, but it seems that you've kept this one well hidden." I tensed. There was something predatory in his voice, something that twisted my stomach. The smile he gave me was nothing but curled-up lips while his eyes kept their icy blue intact. "Charlie certainly will not become one of your friends, Dominique," Aiden declared coldly. "Charlie?" Dominique's eyes stayed on me. "Since this grumpy guy doesn't want to introduce me, I will do it myself." He stretched his hand toward me. "I'm Dominique Martel, the heir of Martel Investments, owner of three dozen properties all located in the state of New York."

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

Giovanni’s face said it all, he was not going to let this go. “I would first like to introduce you to my older brother, Nicolas D’Angelo, the REAL and rightful heir to this whole empire” Dante said, looking at Giovanni as people gasped, muttering between themselves “I was just as surprised as you currently are when I found out, but then again, it seems like our beloved father hid more than just my brother…”

Only one person addresses him that way and even if he was on his deathbed and he heard this voice, he would still recognize it. A huge frown suddenly settled on Damien 's face and he sharply turned around. There he was, the big and confident Williams, who had his hands crossed against his chest and a huge and disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, Williams?" Immediately Damien said that, Williams suddenly bursted into a malicious laughter. Alex and Tobias quickly exchanged a look and they looked back at the dramatic Williams, who was busy putting on a show right before them. Damien walked towards him and he stopped just when he was a few feet away from him. Williams did t

Perhaps he also had doubts about my paternity. My name is Mia Leon, daughter of Felix Leon, a man feared by many. He had gained the nickname "life snatcher" due to his lack of compassion and unwillingness to show any sort of weakness, even towards his own family. He had even killed his own uncle over a card game. As for me, I was always a burden to him. His only interests were drugs, money, women, and being the ruler of the cartel. My thoughts were broken when my friend Kara spoke.