Young Dom Toretto Novels & Stories

Renata shakes her head and then nods, “Oh! I had ravioli and fried oranges.” “What?” I gasp. “I know,” she laughs. “And believe me they tasted so good, Dom looked at me like I was crazy.” She shakes her head, smiling at the memory. I think she just summoned the craving with that sentence. “Anyway, enough about me, and..” she places a hand on her stomach. “Dom jnr.” Dom junior? She isn't that far along so she doesn't know the baby's gender but I guess she is very intuitive about having a boy. “You already have a name picked out?”

The doors opened at 8:47. "Something smells good." His voice arrived before he did — low, unhurried, the voice of a man who assumed he'd be listened to and was never wrong. Dominic Moretti filled doorways the way most men filled chairs. Broad. Still. The particular stillness of someone who had never needed to raise his voice to make a room go quiet. He had a fresh cut on his jaw. Lena looked at it for one second. Then looked back at the tomatoes. "You're bleeding," she said

He put the bottle down and fixed the sleeves of his shirt. "I'm twenty-two, I'm old enough." Isabella blurted out, making Dominic stop what he was doing and take a look at her properly. "You should have eaten your vegetables, you look twelve. Get dressed and unpack whatever it is you have in that bag. I hope you have learned your lesson." He said as he stood. Even through the dark material of his pants, there was no mistaking how muscular his legs were. All of his legs. "I have." She didn't need reminding, she was sure her behind was toasted red.

She glared at him, this tone playfully, "I am not chasing after Domenico." "Oh really?" He wriggled his brows and she loosened up and let out a laugh. She was chasing after Domenico de Cerintti. "He puts my female ego to shame unlike you" she shot him a smirk, "I have to make him take that back. I, Rosetta D'armani would have Domenico Cerintti crawling on his knees to me." ********* Domenico didn't drive his car to school that day so he trekked home. The heavy rock in his chest was getting heavier and heavier, he felt suffocated and a walk through the streets of Italy provided a little comfort to his damaged soul.

"Is that all sir?" "What's his name?". Cesar questioned. "Can I get information about him so I know who I'm dealing with?". "Sure sir." David answered. "His name's Dominic but prefers to be called Dom. I'll see what I can dig up about him. He's a really private guy." "He's not married is he?". Cesar inquired. He wanted someone who was unattached for the job. If caught, he wouldn't feel guilty about making a little boy or girl an orphan after letting the father be the sacrificial lamb.

She looked so strong, so undefeated. “Stefano and I were the oldest. We were aware we were struggling, but they tried their hardest to keep it from the younger ones,” Domenico said. “They mostly remember him as a businessman.” “How did he become a businessman?” Domenico and Stefano shared a surprised look, and I could tell they were impressed that I was still listening to the story.

When I grew up, I wanted to be the cowboy and take care of everything there, just like him. But that afternoon, Francisco wasn't there. In the semi-darkness, which took my eyes some time to adjust to, I saw Arnaldo hiding in one of the stalls, naked from the waist down, the stench of alcohol and cigarettes coming from him. A terrifying fear ordered me to run outside, to escape while I could, but my legs betrayed me and, instead of taking me away, they brought me even closer to that monster, when I could see that I was not alone. There was a child next to him, a boy my size, barefoot, disheveled, without clothes. I looked more closely at his face, trying to figure out who it was and I was ama

she said happily, handing me a photo. I took the photo from her and stared at it. It was Dominic’s childhood photo. He was on the beach with another little boy. “He has always been so handsome,” I found myself saying. “Who is the other boy?” I asked. “You don't recognize him?” She asked. Surprised. I shook my head. “Look closer,” she said. I carefully looked at it, maybe I had missed something the first time. Then it struck me! “Jonathan?” I asked, with my eyes widened.

I asked, pressing my gun against his temple. Domenico was a young man in his mid-20s. He was desperate for power and wanted to uphold his father’s legacy so he created his own gang. I didn’t mind though. Bastard was a smart and creative motherf**ker but he made one mistake. He dared to come after Lauren. “You’re soft,” Domenico said as he spat out blood laughing. “You know, I used to admire you. What a shame” Domenico taunted making me smirk.

Everyone woke early for breakfast getting ready for their day out in the snow. Nicolo and a few of his men watched as the others joined Vallea, Domienico and their friends to go snowboarding. Domienico tried to show Vallea how to use the snow board, but she kept falling off falling on her butt. They all laughed. "Wow the great Val can’t even balance on a snow board!" Domienico laughed, his friends were in stitches." "Fuck you ass hole.’"