Young Dom Toretto Novels & Stories

“You’re not going to lecture me?” “Would it help if I did?” “No.” “Then tell me about them.” I exhaled. “One’s a tattoo artist. His name’s Dominic. He’s— blunt. Difficult. The kind of person who calls you out on your own nonsense and doesn’t apologize for it. He had a rough childhood and turned it into something he’s proud of.” “Mm.”

“And three days from that, you’ll have to be off for LA to speak to Trentino.” “That I remembered.” I scrunched my face. “Do I really need to attend Danilo’s party?” Dom gave an obvious nod. “You should. Now that you’ve declined his daughter’s hand in marriage, you should at least try to keep him on his best behaviour. He is one of the most powerful and trustworthy underbosses we’ve got, despite his age.” “Age is not the matter here. That man’s got his shit figured out.” We both laughed. “Can you send Orazio my way? I need to work on a healthy negotiation with the Rossis.”

“I…I…you need to stay out of it! It’s not your family! You go around dating boys half your age and hanging around with…” “Sexual deviants like me, Henry? Or should I call you, Bun-bun?” Dominic laughs. Mr. Moran flushes and then blanches, staring slack jawed. “I am honest about who I am and what I do,” Dominic says. “And My handsome friend here is well within his rights to date a young man who is an adult capable of making his own decisions. It’s not like he is fucking your seventeen year old son. Rhett is nearly twenty four.”

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

He then looked past me, at his men that were still looming over us by the door. "Boys, welcome our newest member..." Quentin paused, looking at Dom expectantly. "Dom." He answered curtly. Dom was certainly doing better than I was. If he felt as nervous and anxious as I did to get out of this place, it definitely didn't show. The guy looked as if he was at home – the relaxed body language that he showed was unrivalled. His answer triggered another howl of laughter. "Dom... Dominic Toretto? Man, I love that movie."

His hair was a huge mess and had a sharp chin. Although, he looked unkeot, still, behind it all, he was effortlessly handsome. I shook off that idea. "Who are you?" I questioned. "I..." the guy said, feeling so big to introduce himself; "...am Toretto. The son to Dominic Monika." He let out a huge grin. I just stood there puzzled. "I am sorry, who is Dominic Monika." The guy fidgeted a little; "You are joking, right? you seriously don't know who Dominic Monika is?! Are you pulling my legs?" his voice suddenly became calm and serious. No longer light and friendly as before. I froze.

But she was now Natalia. After she regained her memories, it didn't take her long to figure out who Dom was. A quick search online revealed his full name was Dominic Valentini. Age 38 and currently the head of the Valentini mafia family. They were rivals with the Parisi family. If Dom got a hold of Orlando's location, he would kill him. That meant Leo Parisi would go to jail where it would be easy for them to get rid of him and successfully take out their biggest competitor. Thalia wondered if telling the truth was the right thing to do.

Dominic will be a true miniature of Daniel. ---You're remembering the same as me, right?-- he asks me softly, giving me one of those cute little smiles of his. --- We'll have work-- I reply smiling back knowingly. --- Scalet-- Palitinho appears next to us holding a box that almost covers his little face, since it was considerably big for his size-- I brought some little toys for my nephew, I'm already big enough to be blincando and it wouldn't go well if one day my partner turned pale and thought I was a girl.

“I know it’s in here somewhere.” She turned page after page, past baby photos and first-day-of-school pictures, past pack ceremonies and family gatherings. Finally, she stopped at a page near the back. “There!” She pointed to a photograph in the bottom corner. “Look at that picture, Dominic.” I leaned closer. The photo showed a young boy standing on a wooden podium, maybe seven or eight years old. His dark hair was messy from exertion, and dirt smudged his training clothes. But his face beamed with victorious joy, and his hands…

He better keep his promise after tonight. Dominique rubbed my hand, and my attention came back to him. He introduced me to all of his friends. They all laughed loud enough to get the other's attention. "Now I understand why you keep such a beautiful swan, Amico! You got the best of the best around!" My smile faded when Enriqueto smiled at me, licking his lips and showing off his golden teeth. He's the boss mafia of the class three Borrito clan. He looks like a killer to me. His eyes tell me that.