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Domenico Twenty-One
After dinner I lost the heels and walked barefoot through the marble-lined halls. Once again, I was in awe at the space held under one roof. Each room was huge and decorated with such opulence. Chandeliers hung from the ceilings, large fireplaces filled many walls, and hardwood floors were covered with plush area rugs.I pulled a throw from one of the couches in one of the many sitting rooms. Luca was a ghost behind me, unobtrusive in my perusal. Oddly, little had changed from my memories. A few new pieces of furniture, an updated kitchen, but for the most part everything was the same down to the small plaster details that decorated the walls and ceilings.I wanted to change out of the dress, but I had a feeling everyone would be aghast at the state of my clothes in the trunk of Domenico’s car.Winding down to the basement, I found the infirmary next to the spa. There were four guards outside the door, and they blocked me from entering.“You can’t go in,” one of them said.
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Twenty-Two
It was officially me and la Bestia against the world. However, I had a feeling we had an ally in my grandfather—a grudging one that came about because of the cameras in the infirmary.He heard Domenico’s declarations, and though he still didn’t like him, it was his promise that struck him.“La Bestia doesn’t give false promises,” he said as we sat down for breakfast. “I will help you two.”I stared at my grandfather in disbelief. “Did you know who he really is?”He nodded. “I do. I’ve been around too long not to know. He was still using the Ferrante name when his brother gave him that scar. That is why his words struck me so. To go against your father is no easy decision. He loves you, more than his family or his own life.”I froze and turned to him. “Loves me?”A light chuckle left him. “Nipote, you are just as bad. Think of the way you charged in here demanding help. You assaulted a capo for questioning your allegiance.”“He was a capo?” That man had nothing on Domenic
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Twenty-Three
I walked the halls, letting memories wash over me, giving me something to do while Domenico healed enough to be released. Dozens of doors lined the halls. Large wooden panel doors, some with intricate carvings, others plain, but all were heavy and solid.I stopped at the detailed tree sculpted into the thick wall of a set of double doors. They were familiar. They led to the best room in the house—the library.As a child, during the rare times we were allowed to go to my grandfather’s, I had loved visiting the library. It was one of my favorite places in the house, a place where I spent a lot of time—so much so that my grandfather kept a shelf of children’s stories for me, then later young adult novels.With a twist of the handles I was able to push the great doors open, exposing one of the grandest rooms I’d ever been in. It was one of the many rooms that dripped elegance and prestige. Dark, rich woods held vast volumes of books.It held both a cozy and expansive feeling. A
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Twenty-Four
After our shower, we got dressed for dinner with my grandfather. I was both excited and terrified by the prospect of the two of them in a room together, but it was a necessity.Armed guards lined the halls wherever Domenico went, a huge leap in security. They wouldn’t pause in taking him out if they perceived him as a threat.When we arrived in the dining room, my grandfather was already waiting for us. However, instead of it just being the three of us, there were two guards at the door, and I was certain another dozen were just outside.“How are you feeling, Domenico?” my grandfather asked as we headed to the two table settings that were thankfully next to each other.There was more to the question than politeness, but I wasn’t sure the extent.“Sore, but I should be ready to leave soon.” Domenico nodded and held out his hand. “Laureano, I cannot thank you enough for your hospitality and generosity.”My grandfather stared at his hand before giving it a shake. “Hmph, so y
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Twenty-Five
The air was tense, Domenico’s guard up as he surveyed every street, which indicated we were close. He crept down one street and pointed at a ten-foot-high brick wall that surrounded a box-like structure.“This is your house?” I asked as I stared up at the modern structure.He remained silent as he hit something on his phone and a large gate slid open. He arranged the car and backed up through it, hitting the button again as soon as we were in. Another button and the garage door opened and he slipped the car in, then shut it as well.“Quietly,” he whispered when his eyes met mine.I nodded and grabbed the bags from the back seat and climbed out of the car, shutting the door as quietly as possible. He held his hand up, listening, then took my hand. We walked through a door that led to the backyard. And while it was surrounded by a huge privacy fence, he still walked quickly to the back door. Another press of something on his phone and he ushered me in, following right behind.
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Twenty-Six
It wasn’t a sound I’d heard in days, though I’d kept it plugged in while we were at my grandfather’s. After a day there I’d remembered his phone and located it in a tray full of his things. One of the maids had been able to get me a charger, and I’d kept it on me. I wasn’t sure why I had, but I remembered Domenico saying he was waiting for word, and I didn’t want to miss it. Anything that could help with our path forward.After he was released from the infirmary, I gave it back.A week had passed in silence, but it was going off nonstop.“What is it?” I asked as he picked up the phone.“Marco.”I froze. “What about him?”He mashed his teeth together, the sharp angle of his jaw even more severe. “Roman tortured him to get information on us.”My eyes widened. It shouldn’t have surprised me. Marco was Domenico’s closest ally, and Roman would assume he knew where we were. “Is he okay?”He stretched his neck to the side, letting loose a cacophony of pops. “He’s in the hospit
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Twenty-Seven
I awoke gradually, and awake was entirely subjective at that point.My eyes were heavy, but I felt the familiar cold sinking into my bones.Bars. Cold steel. The stale smell of decay.My head pounded and my body ached. I wasn’t even sure the words at least I’m alive were relevant. The sinking in my stomach confirmed that, because things were about to turn out very differently than before.The scene before me was familiar, eerily so. A sort of déjà vu.I sat up, and darkness enveloped the room. My heartbeat skyrocketed because I knew Domenico wasn’t hiding in the shadow. A fate worse than death slithered in the black.“Awake now?” Roman said as he emerged from the shadows.“Let me out of here,” I growled.“Oh, kitty got her claws, huh? A little bit of freedom and suddenly you’re a badass?”My lip twitched up into a snarl. “I always was. You were just too stupid being nice not to notice.”“You bitch!” He slammed his hand against the cage, but I didn’t flinch. I wasn’t g
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Twenty-Eight
Domenico’s arm swung out as he stepped forward, putting himself between me and the men storming in. The arm pinned me to his back and a hissed “fuck” slipped between his lips.I couldn’t see around him, but I knew it wasn’t good.Thankfully my coat was long enough to cover my ass as my jeans were across the room, and also still able to close.“Domenico,” a smooth voice said. The tone was stern, reprimanding.“Father,” Domenico replied.I drew in a breath and pulled back, but he kept me tightly to him. I was able to peer around his arm to see the near-dozen men with their guns pointed straight at us.In the center was a man in a crisp charcoal three-piece suit, his expression pulled tight and framed by short salt-and-pepper hair. His eyes were the same silver as Domenico’s, and his gaze was just as piercing. His eyes locked with mine, and I stared back before sliding fully behind Domenico again.“You’ve been causing quite a stir,” Giovanni said.“And? If you’ve come to k
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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
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 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 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-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
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
