Suicide Room Dominik Novels & Stories

It was over. A new SMS appeared on his screen—Mike again. “I’m sorry, bro. Really. I didn’t mean to let it get this far. Please forgive me.” Dominic didn’t reply. He blocked Mike’s number. Maybe one day he’d talk to him. Maybe. But not tonight. His phone rang. He stared at the screen for a beat: Duke Anderson. He accepted the call. “Son,” Duke said gently. Dominic sat straighter. “Sir. I did not expose the contract. It was just careless of me to forget it at my friend’s place, and my ex visited. He was mad at me about something and let it slip, but she manipulated him somehow and got hold of it.”

Samuel did not leave Drake’s bedside. He looked to be on death’s door. Like he got shot and not Aurora. This made Dominik sick with worry. When the storm hit, and she still hadn’t been found, he was afraid he had seen her for the last time. On the afternoon after the storm stopped, Dominik was in his office, drunk off of whiskey. He didn’t even hear her walk in. He swung around fast when he heard her voice. “Is this what I am to expect every time you have a scare that I am dead?”

, she asked to confirm. “You’re here for me remember?”, Dominic asked back. “Oh shut up”, Maria said. Dominic laughed. “We will see who would be talking when my dick is deep in your throat”, he responded and pulled her into security room. Some of his colleagues winked at him and he smirked back. “Try to make this quick as possible”, she said to him as they walked into the room. “Sweetie, you know that depends on you”, he replied. She went on her knees.

His breathing was steady now, finally, but shallow, like his body hadn’t quite forgiven the world yet. Lila sat beside him, one hand resting lightly on his chest, feeling every rise and fall as if counting them could keep him alive. Across the room, Dominic stood at a makeshift workstation: a folding table, a single secure terminal powered through a hardline he’d jury-rigged himself, and a mess of handwritten notes. No cloud access. No wireless anything. He wasn’t chasing them anymore. He was hunting backward. “You should sleep,” Dominic said quietly, without turning around. “I will,” Lila lied.

Becky laughed before pressing the butt of the cigar on his thigh, the sizzling of his flesh little compared to the bone shattering scream he let out. "Want a smoke?” She asked after she withdrew the butt of her cigar. “Sure mum." He sounded happy and satisfied while Dominik hissed in pain. “I should place it on his testicles." He volunteered. “You think?" She slurred. Behind the cloth covering his face, Dominik already saw death flashing a toothy grin at him. “I need to crush whatever hopes he has of taking over my position." Lorenzo whistled out the smoke from his lungs. With his heart beating loudly in his chest, the massive pain from his burnt flesh and fear of experiencing it again, Domi

He just found out the man was still trying to bargain for some illegal weapons from overseas, even after his so-called drug deal last batch, Though Dominic has managed to shut down the deal. Dominic had crushed the entire operation, but just knowing Mario’s blood would sleep under the same roof as him tonight made his skin crawl. If Amara crossed him even slightly, he knew himself..he might just snap, and pull a trigger on her forehead. And tonight, he wasn’t ready for drama. He needed silence. A break. The hotel room was dim, curtains drawn. He was sitting at the edge of the bed when the girl he had called in for the night walked out of the bathroom. Her hair was wet, her towel loosely tied

Dominic hustled through the damp service tunnel, wearing a grease-stained maintenance uniform and following the old map Alexei had shoved into his hands. The low rumble of gunfire vibrated through the ceiling. Upstairs, Hugo was turning the fourth-floor corridor into a warzone. Dominic hauled himself up the access ladder, slipping past the security sensors. Adam Leo was already looping the camera feeds to show nothing but static, keeping Rachel Moss’s defense line completely blind. Dominic pushed open the fire door, stepped into the hallway, and found Room 404. He slipped inside. The soundproof door clicked shut, muffling the gunfire to a dull thud.

She twisted in between the sheets, but still sleeping. Dominik got dressed and washed his face, he took the keys and left the room. He very well could have ordered room service, but he did not like hotel coffee, he was heading for two vanilla caramel frappuccinos from the Starbucks right around the corner, to commemorate the day they officially met.

He looked like an advertisement for a life I had finally stopped wanting. "I’m not here to kidnap you, Sera. I’m here to give you an exit ramp," Dominic said, flashing that smile that used to make me feel safe but now just made me feel like I was being appraised for auction. "Look at this place. There’s mold on the stucco and the guy in room four definitely has a meth habit. You're better than this."

Dominic said and ended the call. Dominic was quiet for about two seconds before he swore under his breath as the SUV parked in front of the elevator. Dominic didn’t care about protocol and climbed out right behind Austin, pulling Rafaella with him. He stalked towards the elevator and waited as Cooper, Hudson and Ethan joined them. “What do you want to do, Dominic?” “Fucking kill Lev Volkov.” “Now or tomorrow during the meeting?” Cooper asked him. Dominic gritted his teeth and sent the men down to their own apartments. He walked with Rafaella to the main bedroom and poured Scotch into a glass and drained it. Who the fuck did Lev Volkov think he was?