Young Dom Toretto Novels & Stories

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.

“So there’s nothing, we don’t know where he comes from?” The worry on her face only sinks in as I dread what else she’s about to reveal to me when she beckons I come closer. When Nia sees the boy, she begins to stretch towards him, “Do-Domi….” She attempts to call his name, trying to slide out of my arms and mother collects her instead. “Vyin, there’s something peculiar about Domino. He’s like you and your siblings- He’s heterochromatic”.

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar

The front door opened before Lorenzo even knocked. He stood on the threshold in a charcoal overcoat dusted with December snow, silver hair perfect, cane tapping once on the marble like he was announcing himself to the house itself. Eighty-three years old and still built like a Roman statue that had learned violence. The boys launched themselves at him first. “Nonno!” Dom yelled, nearly tackling his legs. Gio hung back half a step, pretending to be cooler than his brother, then gave in and hugged the old man’s waist anyway.

And the fact that the boy had very little muscle, he was obviously not a fighter. “Listen kid, you met my brother. You done something to piss him off. What do you think will happen if you do the same to me?” I didn't want to use force on him, but if I needed too I would. “Dom.” he whispered. “My name, it's Dom sir. I will tell you everything I know, I told your brother the same thing, but what I know isn't very much. I'm just a scout. This is my first time away from my pack.” I could hear the sincerity in his voice and motioned for him to continue.

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

Henry was very efficient. Two days later, he managed to place the information he had gathered about Dominic on Max’s desk. Then Max started reading it carefully. Dominic Deleon was Dominic's full name. He was born and grew up in London, and he was twenty years old. His great-grandfather was a politician who once held a high govt position. His grandfather was a successful businessman who owned a large corporation. As for his father, he was a businessman who made the company well.

However,judging by the nauseating cheer in their tone,they didnt know me long enough to realise how deep rooted my hate for morning calls were. “Who are you?”I questioned. “Tu amo.”he replied giddily,I could even imagine the wide grin he had on as he was saying that. “You have three seconds to identify yourself.” “Dominic Torchelli.” I remained silent for a while,I dont remember giving him my number. “From last night,”he added. “We danced–” “How did you get my number?” “Your housemaid give it to me.” I frowned.“My housemaid?” “Yes,she said her name was Greta.”

Lisa’s voice broke through my thoughts. I inhaled. I already knew where they were from. However, before my suspicion could be confirmed, I noticed one thing on each of the toys: they had the Drogomor logo—the Drogomor crest. There was no doubt it was from Dominic, and he was already making efforts to get the children back. I sighed. He didn’t even wait for a while. “Oh! My God! They are so big.” Lisa giggled, moving to a pink teddy.

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.