Young Dom Toretto Novels & Stories

Andy concluded with a hint of resignation. Dom had been an orphan since childhood, and before he was adopted, he suffered bullying in the orphanage. He had always been introverted. “Alright!” The photographer chimed in, “Come on, give me a smile. I'll count to three.” “3!” “2!” “1!” Click! The family photo was taken, and Dom had the sourest expression. “Quite fine,” Andy squinted and took a few more shots from different angles. ***

I haven't met Leandro Tomassini officially, but I have seen him a few times in the casino. Sometimes he plays golf with Ignazio at the country club. The guy looks like a slightly younger Milo Ventimiglia — buff, well-dressed, intimidating, and kinda gives off Patrick Bateman vibes. “Is Alfeo coming with us tomorrow?” I stare at Dominico. “He's met your uncle before. Right?” “No. He's going to Trento.” Dom takes a sip of his coffee, his eye bags a little puffy, his voice raspier than usual. Almost like he fell asleep during the drive. “He met Zio before I left Florence.”

He pushed open the door, stepping inside, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. Adriano Morano looked up from behind his desk, his eyes narrowing as he took in Victor's triumphant expression. "What is it, Victor?" He growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Him, Dominic," was the cold, calculating smile that made Victor state satisfied. "It's where I find him. And soon, he will be nothing but a memory." Adriano Morano's expression turned serious, eyes narrowing as he leaned back in his chair. "Don't take him easy, Victor," he warned. "Dominic is Marcello's son. He's not someone to be underestimated."

he said and all of them smiled as if they won a lottery, "I hope you don't mind?" "NO!" they all shouted. "We don't mind at all, sir." Ariana said. "For you all, I'm just Dominic or Dom." He said making the girls giggle. "We'll have so much fun tomorrow." Charlotte said. "Most definitely." Dom nodded. "Oh, and we can click a lot of pictures together as well!" Rosé said. "Well, I'm not as good looking as all of you, but I'll try." Dom said. Oh, shut up! He knows very well, that he's smoking hot and I hated how well he knows how to use it.

The First Session Cassandra entered the dimly lit room with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. She had arranged this meeting with Chad, a professional Dominant, in secret, determined to explore her deepest fantasies at last. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw him sitting in a high-backed chair, his tall, muscular frame outlined against the shadows. He regarded her coolly, appraisingly. "Good evening, Cassandra," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You're punctual. I like that."

"Or one of his cousins." "Which cousin?" I wasn't friendly with any of Lorenzio's family. But I did meet one of his cousins. Dominico. Back at that cruise ship retirement party I unwillingly organized for that two-faced pedo whose wrinkly old balls enabled his existence. That afternoon, Dominico had a drink with me at the bar while the young servers ogled him for an hour or so. The guy was roughly the same age as Lorenzio. But why would Dominico Tomassini bother to drive all the way out here? And who the fuck told him I was here?

“We have a lead. Alpha Dominic is waiting to video chat. Get your arse here now!” “Fuck. I’m on my way,” Lorenzo replied, already leading Marcel back towards the packhouse as quick as his legs could carry him. He shifted as he reached the packhouse, threw some spare clothes on in his office and sat down next to Drew, ready to start the video link. Alpha Dominic was only a few years younger than Lorenzo’s father, and after having three daughters who wanted nothing to do with leading the pack, was waiting for his youngest son to come of age and take over. Alpha Dominic had been a firm ally of both Emilio and Lorenzo.

Oh, well, this is a revelation then; we would share a home with his brothers. He turns to Dante. “Did you see DiMarco’s daughter? She’s a fine piece of work and I have my sights set on her with regards to you know what.” Domenico says and Dante shakes his head. “Let’s talk about that later,” Domenico says his goodbyes, and we continue to greet the rest of our family members. I met Dante’s youngest brother, Dario, as well - he was only 18. By the time we concluded with our welcoming, it was already 12pm, and I was starving.