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Domenico Twenty-Nine
The house was grander in design and opulence than my father’s, but different than the ornate details of my grandfather’s home. The grounds were much larger and secluded, the halls wide, and there was a flurry of staff walking around.Domenico kept me close to him, hugging me tightly to his side, glaring at anyone who even glanced at me. I was practically naked, my coat barely hitting my thighs. There hadn’t been time to grab my jeans as we’d been practically pushed out the building. Thankfully I had been able to grab my panties, and Domenico had zipped up my coat, concealing my destroyed shirt. I was thankfully covered, but my legs were cold and on display.The looks could also have been due to the blood that covered us both.We followed his father into a room walled with dark wood, a fire glowing in the fireplace, and bookcases filled with antiques and books. It was similar to my grandfather’s office, and that fact put me somewhat at ease.Giovanni strode across the room a
Domenico Thirty
Once everything was settled, Giovanni released us to clean up, assuring us he would send the physician to tend to our wounds. I didn’t even want to look at myself in a mirror. In twenty-four hours I’d been hit by a car, had my head slammed into metal bars, and had been beaten with a belt. Domenico didn’t look much better. I hadn’t really gotten to focus on much but the presence of him, and I had a feeling there was more to be seen under his clothes.When we stepped out of his office, a woman in slick black heels and tears streaming down her face stomped toward us.“You murderer!” I recognized her as Renata Ferrante, Giovanni’s wife. Domenico stepped in front of me, but when I watched her pull her hand back to strike him, I moved in front of him and grabbed hold of her wrist.“Don’t you fucking touch him, you witch,” I growled.“Get your hands off of me, maggot!” she screeched.In her heels she was easily six inches taller than me, so I turned her wrist outward, bringing he
Domenico Thirty-One
It felt like whiplash—and quite a role reversal. At my grandfather’s Domenico had been heavily guarded, and as we walked down to the dining room I couldn’t help but notice all eyes were on me.When we arrived, Giovanni was sitting at the head of the table. He looked up from his drink and smiled. “Much better. You no longer look fresh off the battlefield.”The rest of the table was empty.“Where is everyone?” I whispered to Domenico.“They like to be fashionably late,” Domenico said with a sigh of annoyance.A chuckle came from Giovanni as he stood and pulled out the two chairs to his right. “Sit here. They’ll be in shortly.”“Has Manetto or Renata spread the word about Roman?” Domenico asked as he pushed my chair in for me.Giovanni returned to his seat and swirled the brandy in his glass before taking a slow sip. “I forbade them, so it is possible, though I think Manetto returned to his line of cocaine, and Renata is probably plotting some manipulation.”Just then ther
Domenico Thirty-Two
The days passed quickly as Domenico and I took hold of our new roles. The Ferrante household was strained, to say the least. The uneasy acceptance from his siblings ratcheted up the tension, and my presence didn’t help.The household held a buzzing energy that I was desperate to get a reprieve from. I knew it would take a while for everyone to accept Domenico’s new position as well as our marriage, but I also knew it was only going to get worse when it was announced to the rest of the organization.Giovanni didn’t seem concerned, especially not after his ultimatum.After my encounter with Salvatore, I knew we were going to have an uphill battle of trust with the Vitale side. They didn’t know me, and to some it mattered that my mother was a Vitale, but to others it didn’t. Salvatore was going to be a problem that would have to be dealt with if my grandfather hadn’t already.I didn’t wander the house without Domenico or a guard, so while I waited for Domenico to finish his me
Domenico Thirty-Three
From the moment Giovanni showed up, our lives had been nothing but a whirlwind. From the choice we’d had to make, which was really no choice at all, to getting retribution on my father and releasing him from service, to pulling up to the Vitale stronghold in a Ferrante vehicle.My life was no longer the standard life by which I was accustomed to living.For the last several years, I’d stripped to put a roof over my head and food on my table just to be out from underneath my tyrant of a father. For the first time in my life, I was free.Now, I’d willingly traded my freedom for a cage—one that would give me a lifetime with the man I loved. My father was dead, and the structure of the organization was a little unstable. Time was critical, and all moving parts had to be settled before we would be given even a moment to adjust to our new roles.For Domenico, there was less of an adjustment. He already knew everything the Ferrante organization was doing, as he had orchestrated ma
Domenico Epilogue
A year and a half later…The whirlwind that was our marriage didn’t allow for things like a honeymoon, even after our wedding for the masses. However, we both needed a break. Desperately.For a year I’d gotten an in-depth schooling of the inner workings of organized crime. It made me realize all I’d gleaned before was just the tip of the iceberg.There were so many pieces constantly at play to keep track of.My grandfather was wonderful in reminding me of my Vitale lineage and history, and I was ready to carry on our dynasty as a Ferrante.Four weeks ago we boarded a plane and left Chicago, bound for a boat and the sea. Domenico once told me his dream, and I’d wanted to make it come true.While I had a feeling the three-hundred-foot yacht we chartered was not the sailboat Domenico had envisioned, the size was necessary due to the amount of staff we were required to travel with.Business never stopped, and it was difficult for Domenico to relinquish control, but w
Domenico After all the words and all the things…
When I started writing this, well, it was an idea I’d had on the backburner, so when I was approached to become part of the Sinister Fairy Tale Collections, I was like “Ya know, I have this start of an idea and about 3 scenes.”It exploded from there.Oddly, the scene where she wakes up in the cage and when Domenico comes out of the shadows was the one scene that stayed from that original idea.I hope you loved Domenico and Ari as much as I loved writing them.To Jo, thank you for escaping.The beginning scene on the bridge was a real life incident that happened to one of my oldest and dearest friends. While she was able to get out of the situation before they got her stopped due to flashing lights nearby, it could have turned out horribly wrong for her.Please be aware of your surroundings. If something doesn’t seem right, call the police. It’s better to be discovered as nothing than something happening to you.Stay safe!Easter egg (ha! I’m lit
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Afterlife—Hailee SteinfeldTeeth—Five seconds of SummerWon’t Go Down Easy—Jaxson GambleGasoline—HalseyHeathens—twenty one pilotsArsonist’s Lullabye—HozierHold Me Down—HalseyI like trouble—Jailbreakers LtdBlinding Lights—The WeekendTake What You Want—Post Malonefeat. Ozzy Osborn & Travis ScottAll the good girls go to hell—Billie EilishMy Love Will Never Die—Ag feat. Claire WyndhamI’m a Wanted Man—Royal DeluxeNot Afraid Anymore—HalseyWolves—Sam Tinnesz feat. SilverbergLions Inside—Valley of WolvesI Can’t Get Enough—Jaxson GambleAnimal—Chase HolfelderUntil We Go Down—RuelleThe Baddest Man Alive—The Black KeysControl—HalseyLux Aeterna—Clint MansellGraveyard—Halsey
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