Novel & Cerita Dominique Dipierro

Dominique chided “Ah shut up Dominique your wife and my sister told me about the drugs and druggist that gave you guys the major cash flow to invest in Diplomatic Transporter Incorporated and remember I know that Mr B also invested in your business. So do not try to behave as if you are some choir boy with a clean white sheet and a matching halo. We all know it takes cash to reach prosperity and hard work alone won’t make you reach it. To survive in my world it takes Money, balls and corrupt practices unfortunately it comes with either success or death.”

“Who?” I narrow my eyes, trying to gauge his honesty. “One of your men, Anthony Kishner, was paid by some rich asshole to kidnap her earlier.” Dominic shakes his head. “Tony’s a low-level dealer, but he makes good money. Why would he risk my wrath by working for some other asshole?” I run my tongue over my teeth, considering whether I should answer Dominic’s question or not. However, there’s really no choice because finding Smiley is the end game. “Do you know Smiley Alvarado?”

“Your Honor, this man is clearly beating around the bush. This has nothing to do with the murder charge! It smells like lies meant to confuse the court.” Ms. Rivera stood quickly. “Your Honor, I beg you to let him speak. This child’s future depends on the full truth coming out. Let him speak without interruption.” The judge nodded. “Proceed, Mr. Diego...but stay relevant.” Diego continued, his voice gaining strength. “Dominic is the lord of one of the most powerful and dangerous mafia networks threatening this country. He wanted a male heir to take over his empire and when Cierra gave birth to Greg, he saw perfection. But when she tried to escape his control, he hunted her relentlessly. This

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

He wore a leather jacket and jeans, and his boots echoed on the wooden floor as he walked towards her. "You are awake. I am sorry for bringing you here like this," he said, his voice low and gravelly. Danielle tried to speak, but her throat was too dry. The man poured her a glass of water and held it to her lips. She drank greedily, feeling the cool liquid soothe her parched throat. "Who are you? What do you want?" she asked, her voice raspy. The man smiled, as there was a strange warmth in his eyes. "My name is Dominic Delcrov. And what I want is you, Danielle. You see, I have been watching you for a long time, and I know all about your little secret. Your past and from where you have come,

“Maurizio. It has been a while.” “It has, hasn’t it? We never see you at these things. Finally got yourself a woman?” Maxim glanced at me and brought me closer to his side. “This is Brielle, my date.” I was about to say something when the woman beside the Italian spoke up. “Right. So we’re just going to pretend like I don’t exist. What a wonderful husband I have.” Maxim grinned. “My bad, Jordan. How have you been? Has Alessandro been treating you well?”

“I want you to leave and go back to New York. We had everything worked out to take over the Molina cartel and now that your dumbass came here it has destroyed our plans.” There is a lamp turned on next to the couch as he finishes that statement. There are 2 men sitting on the couch staring at her. One that looks to be over 60 and the other that looks to be around her age. “Oh, is that all?” Veronica asks as she chuckles. “Who is the other asshole there with you?” They both laugh and the younger man walks closer to Veronica and puts his hand out to shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you Donna. I am the future Jefe, Dominic.”

I whispered, "I'm sorry if I did anything wrong. Please. I even remember the rules. Respect, obe-" "No, Bella. Stop. " He said sharply. "You're mine. I won't let another man lay a hand on you." His words were a balm on my reopened scars, but his tone was cold. Eyes trained on Zach's, he seethed under his hard veneer as Arthur unlocked the door caging my rapist. This wasn't Mariano. This was Don. The head of the Italian Mafia, the one I didn't know too well. As soon as Zach took a step, Mariano shook free from my grasp abruptly, and stormed to him, punching him in the face, and pressed Zach against the wall.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

Anyway, it seemed like the goddamn grown child’s ego couldn’t take a ‘no’ and later he followed her scent all the way to her home being a tracker of his pack and all. Serena had just entered the house a couple of minutes ago and soon after the doorbell rang, she thought she had been dumb as she had opened the door prior to checking who it was, after all it was their pack territory what could happen and she could swear upon her life that she still regretted that one idiotic thing she did. She had obviously told him to go away and was going to shut the door on his face but the guy turned out to be way faster and way stronger than her as she realized soon. He came in babbling something about ho