Novel & Cerita Domino Squad

“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.

Letting him know to give all new recruits the 5-Star treatment as Victor was Dominic’s twin brother and one of the very best we had. Sighing, I move to run a hand gently through my hair for you see, I’m not just one of the leaders in our little Mafia group. No. I’m also the leader and Alpha of a specialized task force that I like to call the Omega squad. For not only are we ruthless motherfuckers but were also sick and twisted as fuck and we relish in the aftermath of any fight we take on. And of course, out of everyone within the organization here only my team has had the most training known to man which makes my team the perfect team to do co-op missions. Ninjas as I call them. Because we’

Yuri locked his beefy fingers together on his chest. "For now," Dominic said. "Yes, for Now." Yuri echoed. It was no secret that should the family ever lose their wealth and power, they would lose their standing. Their enemies would close in on them, but for now, they ruled the underworld. Dominic opened the top drawer on the desk, seemingly looking for something. He pulled out a pen and a writing pad. "Yuri?" Dominic cleared his throat. "Yes Sir," Yuri answered exuberantly, ready to serve. "After the funeral is over, I want to take a wife."

“So you’re going to kill me. Is that it? And then what? You think anyone is going to agree to be led by you?” “They will have no choice! Look,” she said, motioning towards the dead bodies around us. “We were attacked. You ran to save me. You got shot. You’re dead. Dominic takes the reins. He is the second in command, the only Romano left. Hence..... Hence. No one will question anything. Dominic is going to swear that he’s going to take revenge for you. And then, ta-da! Game is over.” “Dominic,” I said, turning my attention towards him. “Are you in on this with her?”

It was the twins. They were in a room, embracing each other and trembling. Elena looked petrified and Lorenzo kept his arms around her. I had brought this on them. My heart turned inside out. “Do you want more or do I send an order for them to be taken out?” Domino asked. “You betrayed me,” I said coldly. Domino took another step forward and smiled. “The thing is I never worked for you. I was always with her,” he said. “Drop the gun,” he ordered again.

This squad was known as the Dutchman, gaining their name both from the fact that the red-head squad leader went by the name of Davy Jones, and the fact that the squad chased down prey similarly to how its fictional counterpart chased down its own targets to hell and back. While both women fled at their fastest speeds, never once did it cross either's mind to split up and run in different directions. The first reason for this stems from the fact that the other side had more numbers so splitting up would make their situation even worse. The second was the fact that the duo was very close and even the thought of splitting up probably never had the chance to enter their mind. As for the third re

"You sold my warehouse coordinates to Ichiro. You want to see how fast a traitor bleeds?" "We were protecting our own goddamn families, Dominic!" Sal snapped, slamming both hands onto the table. "This white-collar bullshit you’re running is emptying our vaults! We built this family on real money, not permits! You think we’re going to starve for your ego?" "So you sold our day-one guys to a Japanese death squad for a Swiss bank account," Dominic said, his eyes dead as ice. "That's your loyalty?" Bernardo pulled a handkerchief, wiping his forehead. "Alright, Dom. You caught us. Just get the hit squad in here and get it over with," Bernardo whispered, his voice cracking. "You want to play the b

"Together we're an unstoppable force - no Karen or anyone else can stand in our way." "Exactly," Chad agreed, eyes glinting with mischief. "And now that I've fed you, how about I show you exactly what this force is capable of?" Cassandra felt a familiar heat begin to coil in her belly as he slid his chair back and prowled towards her with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Oh yeah?" she challenged, squirming under his intent stare. "And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?"

“Then give them a task. Send them on searches. Half the reason she is the only one is because nobody is doing their damn job. They are sitting there, fucking around, eye-fucking her and not doing shit. There are three times as many people hanging around here, which is gaining attention. Cut down on the crew and send the rest to guard the incoming shipment. Just get them the fuck out of here.” “How many?” Marco asked. “Seventy-five percent.” “That’s a lot, Dom.” Their voices lowered, and I missed some of what they were saying before I heard a voice that was clearly Marco’s. “I’ll get it done,” Marco assured. “Good.” A shuffle of feet and Domenico appeared in front of me, alone. I watched as t

Squad 7. 'Squad 7....,' the instructor started. 'Rita Zintez. Kevin Joan. Asher Frankstin. Aiden Quin.' Aiden looked at the dark haired girl that had on a cheerful smile as he approached his team. 'Hi! I'm Rita,' she laughed. He scrutinized all of them. Kevin had his arms crossed across his chest and had on a twisted facial expression. His gaze stuck on Kevin. Kevin looked at him.