Sofie Dossi And Dom Brack の小説・ストーリー

My brows furrowed while I could sense Darvin’s was just relaxed — too relaxed when he should be the one riled up at the scene in front of us. "What the fuck is that, Beta?" I was keeping myself from growling. Standing in front of us by the foot of the stairs was my Beta, Dominic. In his arms was a sleeping Sofia. He was carrying him in a bridal style while her head rested on his chest. Dominic swallowed, his eyes shifting from me to Darvin but focusing more on Darvin. He might be preparing himself if Darvin launches himself at him.

“Sofia Knox.” Dominik, hands in his pockets, nods and slowly comes around from behind his desk. The way he moves is hypnotic. Such precision, such control. He’s not at all like the other billionaire CEOs you see on TV. This man could be a movie star, a model. I have to fight every feminine urge I have not to let my eyes move to the very obvious bulge in his pants as he steps closer to me and stops not even six feet from me. Again, his eyes hold me where I stand and seem to bore a hole straight through me. “Well, Sofia Knox.” He smiles. “I’m glad you showed up here today. You do well, and I may just keep you around. After we make a few changes, of course.”

“Ahhh—” “You…you’re Dom…” Jack tried to speak again, but the bodyguard delivered a punch to his face, silencing him. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face swelled, leaving him looking pathetic and bruised. Dominic strode forward, his expression softening slightly as he extended a hand to me. “Sophie, I’m here.”

Leonardo wasn't present, so why had Domenico come to meet her? Sofia rose from her seat and made her way to the living area, where she found Domenico Russo waiting for her. The moment his eyes fell upon Sofia's presence, he stood up and gracefully bowed, extending his greeting. "Good evening, ma'am! Mr. Morelli is currently occupied with a matter of utmost urgency and importance. Therefore, I have come to assist you," he explained with a respectful tone.

Sofia choked on her coffee, lightly coughing and snatching the novel off her lap before discarding it facedown to her side. "Nothing," she breathed with a suspicious grin. "Just a silly book." A silly book that made you clench your thighs. I chuckled lightly, slowly lying on my back. She looked at me suspiciously before turning back to the beach as she drank her coffee. I quietly stretched my hand behind her before swiftly grabbing the novel. Sofia squealed, in panic, putting down her mug and coming at me for her novel. "Dom, no!" she protested with a light chuckle, as she stretched her arm across my chest, reaching for her novel in my hand.

There was a cigarette between his lips, smoke coming out of the sides of his lips and nose. Dom was standing behind the couch with his hands on the crest and beside him was the one I hadn’t had the chance to meet yet. Orazio Cantos. He smirked at me victoriously. I looked back at Adonis. “I can explain, Adonis.” “Explain?” He put the cigarette out on the ashtray on the table and mocked, “Explain what? That everything you’ve said so far has been nothing but a well-forged lie?”

I’m trying to pay attention, but it’s hard when you believe that your life is on the line. “Does this really matter?” His cold voice cuts through the chatter, making everyone still. “The little tra-” Before Alpha Brice can finish, Dominic lets out a low growl. I look at him from the corner of my eye and notice the black in his own. “The girl is lying.” Alpha Brice stands and starts to pace. It isn’t one filled with anxiety, but more like the moves of someone who plans to put a final nail in a coffin and is excited about it. “My Beta and I looked up her story. There’s no one named Brackston and no rogue is talking about a leader.” I swallow, hating how hard it is to do.

he explained while meeting my gaze. The man in front of me had changed from the scary mafia boss I had met in the beginning. The edge was still there, and I knew that Dante Romano would never be soft, but his focus had changed beyond imagination. Before I could respond, the elevator dinged, and Sofia walked in. Despite the late hour, she was impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, though the scars from the warehouse fire were still visible along her collarbone. "We have a problem," she announced, and tossed a file onto the coffee table.

Hands up, she said, “Sorry. Mouth zipped.” “Tomorrow is the meeting with the investors, right? Is the presentation ready?” “Yes. I didn’t sleep last night, but I’m sure the contract will be awarded to us,” she said, her confidence making me smile. “Thank you, Sophia. For everything. I don’t take it for granted.” She placed a hand on my chest with a soft smile. “Anything for you, my love.” The door clicked again. A tall figure stepped in, a dark-grey suit, a faint cologne of danger. In his hands was a bouquet of flowers. "Hello, love,” Doman said with his charming smile.