Toby Domzalski Novels & Stories

He could use it to pin me to the wall and fuck the living daylights out of me. Diesel, the big blond giant with the ripped body and filthy mouth. He’s another linebacker, which means he and Cole are constantly competing over everything—playing time, stats, girls’ attention. The only thing I know for sure is that when it comes to cock size, Diesel wins hands down. He’s just bigger in every way. And he knows it. And then there’s Toby, the sweet running back who took me under his wing. He always seems to have my back. Toby reacted exactly the way I hoped he would. Something tells me he’s more curious than the others. He was the first to agree, and the way his eyes lit up… looked like he couldn’

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

I hated that boat so much. “Mr. Westbrook.” I looked up to see Toby, Leo's personal assistant, waiting for us on the docks. I was so busy trying to sink the Speed Demon with my eyes that I hadn't even noticed him. It didn't help that Toby, with his short, pudgy stature, floppy brown hair, and unassuming posture was easy to overlook. “Toby? What are you doing here?” Leo asked, cutting power to the engine and tossing him a rope. I had gone on enough boat outings to know how to help tie up, so I grabbed a rope and assisted.

I lower her hand and hold it between mine and she makes a small noise. "Mycole told me that Toby was a dangerous guy and he was going to hurt me badly if I didn't leave him, but I didn't want to listen to him either, I thought Toby was just different from other guys. After three months of our relationship, he asked me to move in with him and then I began to see things I'm ways I didn't before. He was an alcoholic addict, he smoked, and did drugs too and was verbally abusive, but just like most girls normally think, I thought I could change him, make him the better person."

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

He had seen them angry before, but this… this was something else. Alistair took a long drag before exhaling slowly, his expression unreadable. "We need information," he said, his voice clipped and cold. "On a man named Toby. He would be in his late twenties now. He used to live in an orphanage about ten years ago." Elijah’s brows furrowed. "Toby?" he echoed, sensing the underlying fury in their request. "Do you have a last name?" Elliot shook his head, leaning back in his chair. "No, but that’s why we have you," he said, his tone deadly calm. "Find him."

But it was his next statement that caught me off guard. The way that he had said it so gently and so normally, it made it feel more real than I knew it should be. “It was nice. Seeing you with the younger wolves earlier.” I said nothing, just looked at him as he stood there, his expression unreadable again, lips pressed together like he was deciding whether to say more. “And I believe that they enjoyed your presence as well. You know, after you left, most of them kept training, trying to perfect what you taught them to do. The gammas and deltas completely lost control of training them. Anything that is different from what you taught.”

I was pressed against the cold marble wall, my heart pounding. It’s been what? Three months? Four months? Since I last saw Toby. He looked so much thinner, more tattoos, his once curly brown hair that touched his nape was shaved off. His amber eyes, almost black, like he’d seen hell and back. What exactly happened to him!? “Toby, what are you doing here?” My eyes were wide like I couldn't believe he was in here, still alive.

Heath closed the door, and leaned heavily back against it, his eyes meeting Aislen across the room. “I know,” she said as she began to dress again. “Me and my big mouth.” “I think I’m done,” Toby said quietly as he buttoned his shirt. “I made a mistake… many of them, in fact. But I think I’ve paid my dues now. I like you Aislen. I mean…” He looked at her with sad eyes. “I really like you. But this isn’t… It’s not what I liked about you. I want out. I want out.”