Novelas y relatos de Young Dom Toretto

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.”

Still holding her in his arms, he rushed past me, saying only a curt, "Stop causing trouble." When I first got the news, I thought Domenico had been set up by the Constanzo family. I even wondered if someone within our own ranks had tried to set him up and shake the famiglia's foundation. Never in my worst nightmares did I expect it would be her—Lorita Moretti. Ever since Domenico met her at the Bianchis' gala a year ago, he started bringing her up without even realizing it. As a bastard child surviving between factions, she reminded him of the hardships he experienced before he fought his way to the top.

I was furious and I was only fourteen, we lived on the poor side of town, her Dom was in a gang and so he got away. Ever since the day I stood up for Rory, I began to sit with the Vitale for lunch and dinner. Elise is super sweet and nice, she's like a mother hen of the group, while Dante is more fierce he doesn't speak much around the others, he got a resting bitch on all the time. The others are nice too, I'm friends with both littles and their doms.

The past two months brought us close and I learned to trust. "Eh? Tori? Isn't he too young for hunting? I could go alone." "I'll go." I was startled when Tori revealed himself. "Do not underestimate me, Sis Rae." Tori Domicci, a young boy with emerald green eyes and golden blonde hair. He loves to wear his green beret and his attire always includes his knee-length boots, shorts and vest. He also trained under Josie's supervision. They would constantly throw offensive words at each other so I got used to their cat and dog relationship. Tori, to my surprise, was knowledgeable with swords. He sucks at archery but his skill with swords was impressive. I thought that he learned it from his home.

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”.