Fast Furious Dominic Toretto Novels & Stories

“Sure Marsha, I know there was indeed fertile ground for the seed of affection and lust to be planted. Ray I am sure seemed harmless and friendly at first and he was about five years your junior, and he ensured that your favourite lunch was delivered so your sweet tooth for pastry was titillated every day whether or he was at work or not.” "Dominique I found him fascinating, and he was Spanish by birth but grew up in Southern Italy and had a strict diet of olive oil, wine and fruits and vegetables. His skin was clean, smooth and tanned. He had extremely white perfect teeth with piercing hazel eyes and about six feet tall. His hair was dark and soft with loose curls and he smelled like a b

They were just a few distance away from Mario's Casino, and Dominic brought out and readied his weapons. In a flash moment, he grabbed a hold of the steering wheel and shot a silencer through the driver's forehead. "No hard feelings, man," The car swerved, but Dominic made sure he had a grip on the wheel while he pushed the dead driver to the other side, and climbed to his seat. He began to drive so fast, swerving through multiple bends, so he could lose the other cars behind him. He was supposed to be the lead to Mario's Casino, which was why they were at the forefront, leading the way.

she curiously asked again. Mr Dominic cleared his throat turning to meet Rita "no-nothing" he stuttered trying to avoid her burning gaze. "Was just scolding her for being so late to work again" he quickly added wiping his sweaty palms on his faded jeans, I didn't miss the fact that he was nervous.

“Are you really the same man I helped that day? You seem… so different now. More intimidating.” She was weaving an escape plan inside her head and for that she had to step out of this estate. On the other hand, Domenico’s expression remained unreadable. “That day,” he said slowly, “you helped an injured man who had no guards around him. A man who was vulnerable for once.” He leaned slightly closer. “But by now, you should have realized what kind of man I truly am.” Renata looked at him for a moment before answering. “Yes, I know. You’re a mafia.”

“Three weeks ago, you rerouted a shipment. You skimmed the top. I would’ve let it slide, Vito. But then you lied.” Vito’s jaw trembled. “I— I didn’t lie. I—” Dominic raised a hand — not to strike, but simply to stop him. Vito froze. “You think I don’t notice crumbs missing from my table?” Dominic said softly. “I built this empire with hands dirtier than yours. I remember every dollar. Every name. Every promise.” He turned to the second man — barely out of his twenties. Carlo. New to the crew. Not yet smart enough to know the rules.

His face scrunched in confusion and annoyance. “Do you know who Val Parsetti is?” I repeated. Dominic’s gaze darted around the room incredulously. “No,” he answered in confusion. “She’s the world’s fastest endurance swimmer,” I practically spat, regurgitating the information Colby had shared with me passionately over milkshakes last week. “Colby’s knowledge is limited to the folks relevant in his industry just like yours.” Dominic’s brows scrunched together, his shoulders rising in agitation. “Fine! Colby shouldn’t be expected to know who Aaron Wallace is, but that has nothing to do with your safety!”

He had no I*******m, no visible past, and yet girls already whispered his name like a dare. Dominique couldn’t stop thinking about him. Those eyes. That smirk. The impossible question scratching at the inside of her skull like a match waiting to spark: Have I seen those eyes before? By the time she got home, Dominique was shaking. Not from fear. From hunger. She didn’t change out of her uniform right away. She locked the door. Bolted it. Sat down at her desk with her thigh twitching under the table. Then opened the laptop. Domica logged in.

He looked less like a club owner and more like a predator who had just wandered in from the night. “Clumsy,” Dominic observed, his voice a low growl. “Sorry, Mr. De Luca. You startled me.” Dominic stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. The backroom was small, and his presence seemed to suck all the air out of it. He leaned against a stack of liquor crates, his arms crossed over his chest. “The man from last night,” Dominic said, his tone casual, but his eyes were anything but. “Viper. He seemed to think he had a chance with you.”

She walked slowly towards me and ran her finger Ms down my tensed muscular body. “Dominic Torretto, you are a master of all your surveys. I’ve never seen you look so tensed and troubled. I know you may not like to share. But you could pour all your frustration on my pussy” She winked at me, biting her lower lip and releasing it slowly and seductively.

He better keep his promise after tonight. Dominique rubbed my hand, and my attention came back to him. He introduced me to all of his friends. They all laughed loud enough to get the other's attention. "Now I understand why you keep such a beautiful swan, Amico! You got the best of the best around!" My smile faded when Enriqueto smiled at me, licking his lips and showing off his golden teeth. He's the boss mafia of the class three Borrito clan. He looks like a killer to me. His eyes tell me that.