Fast Furious Dominic Toretto นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Dominic Rose Vittori.” Susanna’s smile disappeared from her face, and she stared open-mouthed at Isadora. A hundred different thoughts went through her mind as she wondered what Susanna was thinking, and how badly she was going to freak out. “Dominic Rose Vittori? The Dominic Vittori? The man’s in the mafia! Are you insane? He’s dangerous and a criminal, Isa!” “He’s not like that. He doesn’t come home covered in blood or anything like that,” Isadora said, immediately defensive.

He reached into his jacket and retrieved a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced ease. The silence stretched, the only sound the faint crackle of the cigarette as Dominic took a slow drag. The man in the chair squirmed, his panic mounting with each passing second. “Mr. Moretti, I swear I didn’t know the shipment belonged to you,” the man pleaded. “It was a misunderstanding. I’ll pay you back double, triple if you want! Just give me a chance!” Dominic leaned back in his chair, his gray eyes locking onto the man’s with an intensity that made the air feel heavier. He didn’t need words to convey his message; his silence was louder than any threat.

In less than twenty-four hours after I met Dominic, he killed his beloved Presa Canario, Brutus, whom he had raised for five loving years. Dominic was a notorious figure in Crestfall’s elite circle. He was eccentric and ruthless. Everyone who knew him was aware of his two major obsessions: dogs and women. He had raised many breeds of dogs. The only thing they had in common was their aggression and viciousness. He trained them using live animals. Other than chickens and rabbits, he often used human flesh to train them.

The First Session Cassandra entered the dimly lit room with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. She had arranged this meeting with Chad, a professional Dominant, in secret, determined to explore her deepest fantasies at last. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw him sitting in a high-backed chair, his tall, muscular frame outlined against the shadows. He regarded her coolly, appraisingly. "Good evening, Cassandra," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You're punctual. I like that."

*** I didn’t let myself overthink about Gabriella once I got in the car. The tires screeched to a stop at the tarmac. I'd taken my frustration out on the road, driving at insane speed all the way from StarRise to my private airfield. I slid out of the Ferrari, tossing the key to Sandro who tossed it to another of his subordinates before falling in step beside me. “Any new reports?” I asked, striding towards the open door of the plane. “Dominic struck one of your clubs,” Sandro said. “He rounded up millions of cash and killed one of our Capos.”

Their journey should have taken about 10 hours, but the weather in the States wasn’t favorable, so they had to spend about six hours in France. It was fine for Mr. Dominic, even though he was in a hurry to see Maria, since he had business partners and two of his companies there. So he met with them while they waited for a change in the weather. Now they had arrived at a private landing in the States so no paparazzi could cross them. He was Dominic Morretti, a well-known businessman, and his wife was a star, so they would definitely draw a crowd….something he didn’t need right now.

She might end up getting scolded if she did, so it was best not to provoke him. “Fuck! Why is it so freaking hot here?” Dominic snapped furiously. He unbuttoned his shirt one by one, even pouring a bottle of water over his head, but he still didn’t feel any better. It felt completely weird. He was sure that his reaction was not due to the hot weather. There must have been something in the food or drink he had just consumed at the Marino house. What if Phillip had drugged him? “What did your family do to me, huh?” he barked at Belladonna.

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.

Who does he think he is? "I hate it," he began in a dead tone, "when you raise your voice and swear. I don't want to repeat myself, Nastassia." My jaw dropped to the floor, "excuse me? Who here just found out that they're engaged to their Godfather? Who here just found out that that they're getting married to some fuc-!" I let out a shocked gasp for air as Octavious suddenly wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my body to his with such speed and strength, that in a millisecond my face was a half inch from his as he gave me a sharp look.

“What brings you here aside from the rotting head that you have inside the box.” “It is the head of Bartolomeo Auditore.” I said, and he frowned. “His Alpha Stefano had him killed a few weeks back for treason, one that he did not commit. However, in his eyes, considering the fact that he was seen speaking to my father, he was a traitor.”