Fast Furious Dominic Toretto Novels & Stories

He asked. The guy raised his head unsure if he should answer the question or not. The next thing he felt was his right wrist been cut off the axe.. "Arrghhhh!!!!!!!!" "Get the hackers, trace that bastard" Dominic said. "Yes boss" Enzo replied but then speak again when Dominic turn to leave. "I hope you didn't forget about the meeting with Mr Mario" Dominic paused, he had totally forgotten about the meeting he have with a business partner in Italy which would take him at least two weeks before he return.

After a moment, another man shows up at the gate, gives his friend, Terry, a disgusted look, and leads me to the center of a lavish living room. Dominic is sitting down on a nearby chair advertising his signature smirk. Dominic is a tall man with dark hair and onyx-colored eyes. His skin is golden, advertising his Latin heritage. Dominic and I have a similar background. We come from a rich, Latin family, even though he’s adopted. The only difference is that I’m a government-sanctioned killer, and in the eyes of the law, Dominic is considered a criminal.

He had heard a noise before the connection was broken, but he didn’t know if Leesa had simply hung up on him or if something had happened to her. He slammed the phone down into its cradle, then looked quickly around to see if anyone had noticed his outburst. The last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself. Dominic was tall and slender, with dark hair speckled with gray that hung fashionably over the collar of a black polo shirt. His neatly trimmed goatee was slightly lighter in color than his hair and came to a sharp point beneath his chin. He appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties, but he was older than that—far, far older.

While Dominco was in his car driving he began to think about strategies to go about on how to run the GUSTAVO'S,it practically meant he had to handle the DOM along as well,it didn't sound like tough work but he needed tons of strategy to work out the plan he already had in mind.

Dominic’s office was quite big, hence, he had the luxury of pacing around. “You are one hell of an obnoxious woman, do you realize that?” He asked with anger. “Why would you even suggest something harmful in the first place?” He asked, his voice was now fierce and a bit frightening. “Morinda,” Dominic called; his voice was calm, and his head had been lowered with his palms clasped together, “you are joking, right?” He asked slowly, his words had distinct spaces between them, so I assumed he was trying to cage in his anger.

Just like Demetrio had taught me. But the bastard must be made of sterner stuff because he grabbed me even tighter hissing angrily. I fought against his hold. “Stop struggling, bitch.” He hissed, his voice heavily accented. “You’re coming with–” whatever he was going to say was cut off as a large fist flying in from the side, connected with his jaw. Dominic punched him again and the guy’s hold on me loosened. He staggered back and Dominic pulled me away. “You fucking Italian svoloch–”

“It sends a message. To your enemies. To mine. We’re not divided anymore.” Dominic’s jaw worked as he considered that, the sharp calculation visible behind his eyes. Finally, he spoke. “She’ll hate you.” I smiled. “Already does.” “She’ll hate me too.” I shrugged. “You’re used to it.” A heavy silence stretched between us, filled only by the muffled bass thudding beneath our feet. Dominic finally exhaled, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. “You get one shot at this, Moretti,” he warned. “You screw her over? I don’t care how many guards you’ve got, how high your walls are, I’ll find a way.”