Dominic (Made Men Book 8)

by Sarah Brianne

  Maria gave him high-five, and he clasped their hands together, already dragging her to the back, excited to get started.

  “Sherry, pop the good shit. Our girl is finally getting married!” Ken screamed as they all walked to the back to the couch outside the dressing rooms. It were as though he had waited forever to say those words as he clasped his hands together. “Maria, this is it. What kind of dress do we want?”

  Both of them knew her days of coming into the bridal shop to try on wedding dresses for fun were over, that this was it—the last wedding dress she would ever wear, and it had to be perfect.

  “Kat, cover your ears,” Maria announced.

  “Oh God,” Kat mumbled as she quickly did the same thing she had earlier.

  Everyone looked at her in concern, while Amo and Vincent just looked confused.

  “Ken”—Maria clearly knew exactly what she was looking for—“give me the sluttiest dress you got.”

  “He is.” Dominic quickly pointed at Matthias before anyone could call him out.

  Matthias was about to correct him, wanting his about-to-be married brother to have a last bit of fun, but then the girls sauntered over to him.

  “Dominic Luciano, you are a wanted man on account of being one … bad … boy.” The imposter cowgirls began rubbing their hands down his shirt. “How do you plead?”

  Matthias sat back with pure lust in his eyes. “Guilty as fuck.”

  After Maria picked her dress, Sherry handed out more celebratory champagne, but stopped herself when she got to Kat. “Oh wait, you’re not old enough, are you? Dang it, I was—”

  “No, she is,” Maria lied, even though the only one old enough to legally drink was her. It couldn’t be called a bachelorette party without a little champagne.

  “Okay, good, I was worried for a second. Sorry about that.”

  While Maria was glad that worked, she could see something was wrong with Sherry. She had come in here dozens of times but had never seen her off like this.

  “Sherry? Is everything all right?”

  “Yes.” She continued handing out the champagne but knew Maria wasn’t going to take that answer from her, so she dropped her brave face. “I’m sorry. I just found out my boyfriend cheated on me.”

  “Oh no, honey.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  All the girls consoled her for a moment.

  Maria only had one question. “What’s his name?”

  “Did you do this?” Dom asked Lucca as he stood the second Matthias’s lap dance started.

  “Nope.”

  Seeing the underboss answered truthfully didn’t explain why he was heading for the door. “Where the hell are you going, then?”

  “Don’t worry.” Lucca smiled. “I’ll be back.”

  “Maria, what are we doing here?” Adalyn asked for the hundredth time. “Since when do you, or any of us, like sports?”

  “And this is supposed to be a bachelorette party,” Lake said with emphasis. “Where are the boys?”

  “Oh, they’re coming,” Maria assured her with a smile as they took their seats. The best part about it was Vincent and Amo had to take their seats a row behind them—and they actually thought they were about to enjoy a game.

  As soon as the hockey players slid out onto the ice, the girls eyes slightly glinted.

  “They’re awfully covered up,” Adalyn said, still not seeing the full picture yet.

  Katarina was making herself comfy, knowing exactly why they were there. “You’re about to find out why.”

  “Maria, if we leave now, we can still turn this night around. We need to get you some real men ….” Lake’s voice trailed off as the puck flew across the ice.

  Vincent no longer looked at the men playing on the ice. “Oh hell n—”

  “Ow!” Elle and Chloe jumped at the same time with a collective cringe, but by the fifth hit, even they couldn’t pull their eyes away.

  “Maria”—Adalyn swallowed as she watched the smack cam’s zoomed-in view to see the fine-looking men with anger issues under the helmets—“I’m sorry I ever fucking doubted you.”

  Hockey was and always would be a contact sport.

  Dominic filled glasses with the hard liquor he found in the cabinet. “Drago, did you do this?”

  “Fuck no.” He took the glass that Dom had filled. “Do I need to remind you that your sister took a fucking baseball bat to my kitchen?”

  I hope she does it again.

  He looked over at his brother. “Angel?”

  “Do you see my ass in there?” he griped as he picked up a glass.

  All the men turned to see Matthias’s shirt getting ripped off.

  Nero swiped a glass, quickly downing the contents, before he tapped the glass for Dom to fill it back up.

  “You’re not twenty-one?” he suddenly realized.

  “Dominic Luciano is really asking me if I’m of drinking age? Really?” Nero looked at him like he was fucking crazy.

  He supposed the kid had a point ….

  “I’m an adult and, trust me, there are worse things I’ve done,” Nero assured him before he waved a hand at the two cowgirls riding Matthias like he was a horse. “And I’m stuck in here with this while I got a girlfriend out with your future wife doing God knows what—”

  Dominic quickly refilled Nero’s glass, and they all took a drink.

  Trying to turn their attention away from what was going on in the living room, Dom stared into his glass. “Does Sal not come to events?”

  They invited Sal, but like Katarina’s wedding, he was a no-show to their so-called bachelor party and probably wasn't going to attend their wedding too.

  Drago took another sip. “He doesn’t leave from behind his computer much.”

  As Dom nodded, the door opening had the men turning their heads to see Lucca walk back in.

  Seeing him holding out a wad of cash, the two girls suddenly stopped dancing on Matthias.

  “What are you doing?” Matthias practically cried in frustration to Lucca.

  “Get going.” Lucca’s cold voice had the girls grabbing the money and leaving.

  “What the fuck?” Matthias watched them leave with tears in his eyes. For a moment, he had clearly forgotten who he was talking to. “Why’d you do that?”

  “Come on.” Lucca waved his head at all of them. “Let’s go.”

  By the time the girls left, they were all laughing and had each picked their favorite hockey player who they now sported their last names and numbers on the back of the new jersey’s they were wearing.

  “Did you see Bolton punch that guy’s helmet right off?” Lake asked, still imagining the scene in her head. “He can really play some hockey,” she commented like a single one of them knew or even cared about the skill the sport demanded.

  Vincent glared at that name on the back of his girlfriend’s jersey as he grumbled ten steps behind. “Bolton, can really get this foot up his as—”

  Ding!

  Maria pulled out her phone, seeing a text from her favorite little ass kisser.

  “What is it?” Chloe asked when she could see the wheels turning in Maria’s evil head.

  “Girls, we are going to need a whole lot of glitter.”

  An upset Matthias cheered up when they got off the elevator at the basement floor. “Thank you, God.”

  Throwing a look at Lucca, Dominic didn’t know how much clearer he needed to make it. Herded down the hallway, he had to be practically shoved through the door. “I told you I didn’t want—”

  He shut his mouth the second he saw the underground casino was empty. Only two tables with dealers and two waitress remained, and they were fully clothed.

  “Hello again, Mr. Luciano,” Sadie said with a smile as he and Lucca sat down and were immediately served drinks. “I heard the good news that you’re taking my girl off the market.”

  Dominic might have intended the words to the pit boss, but he was looking at Lucca when he said, “Thank you.”


  “Are we supposed to stop this?” Vincent didn’t move his fearful eyes off the girls when he asked his friend.

  Amo didn’t have the same concern he did. “Was it in any of the rules Lucca gave you?”

  “Well, no, but—”

  “Then nah.” Amo relaxed back on the hood of their Escalade. “I say we let this shit play out.”

  “Whose car is this?” Chloe asked, scared.

  Maria watched as Kat worked on getting the car unlocked. “Sherry’s ex-boyfriend’s.”

  “What the hell, Maria!” Not-so-sweet Elle hissed at her, “You want us to commit a felony?”

  “No.” Maria shook the big bags of glitter in a rainbow assortment. “We’re just going to add some sparkle.”

  “Got it.” Kat opened the door before unlocking all the others.

  Giving a bag to each girl, none of them looked too eager to start, except for Kat.

  “Don’t worry.” Maria tore open the bag with her teeth, then started dumping the contents into the driver’s seat. “This is perfectly legal property damage.”

  Katarina began dumping it into the carpets and smushing it in with her hands so it couldn’t be easily vacuumed out.

  Maria addressed the rest of the girls one last time, “He cheated on her with her sister.”

  “Fuck it.” Lake started pouring hers into the cupholders.

  Adalyn got the cracks between the seat. “Oh, hell no.”

  “Asshole.” Elle hit the back seats.

  “Sometimes”—Chloe pulled the visor down a bit so the next time he pulled it down it would rain glitter—“you get what you deserve.”

  If there is ever a doubt … glitter is always the answer.

  Maria opened the door with the girls in tow at exactly the same time she told Lucca they would when she texted him after glittering the cheater’s car. That poor sucker was in for a rude awakening once he realized what all girls knew—glitter was a nightmare to clean. He would be reminded of his exploits even by the hundredth car wash, and having to explain the glitter situation was going to be even better.

  Walking into the penthouse, the boys and her place looked exactly like she had left it, except Leo and Cassius were nowhere in sight.

  “Howdy, partner.” The words fell from Maria’s lips with a smile when she looked at Dominic.

  Instantly, Dominic knew exactly who had sent the strippers.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Matthias cried in frustration. “She got them, and we turned them down!”

  “Got what?” Elle asked, coming over to Nero, not giving him a kiss.

  Maria could see the men growing nervous, but seeing the glow in Lucca’s eyes, she decided to spare them. “I bought the guys cakes.”

  “Got any left?” Amo asked.

  “We didn’t keep them,” Matthias hissed again.

  The girls stared at their men strangely.

  Maria decided to save them again. “They were shaped inappropriately.”

  Vincent looked at the men, appalled. “And you all didn’t fucking keep them?”

  Ignoring his friend, Nero looked down at Elle. “Why are you wearing a jersey?”

  All the men looked at their prospective woman with scrutinizing gazes, knowing …

  “You hate sports.” Angel narrowed his eyes on Adalyn, stating the obvious for all the men in the room.

  “You took them to a hockey game?” Lucca asked Maria while staring down a blushing Chloe.

  “Yep,” she said proudly as she closed the distance between her and Dominic.

  Drago couldn’t look away from his pink-haired wife as he asked the question that was on every man’s mind. “Why the hell would you all go to a hockey game?”

  “Maria, honey”—Dominic lifted her chin with a smile, seeming to be the only one who knew exactly why they had gone—“why didn’t you tell me you liked to watch men fight?”

  Maria raised an excited brow. “Is that your way of telling me you fight?”

  “Oh, princess”—he brought his lips closer to hers—“you have no fucking idea.”

  Forty-Eight

  Kick His Ass

  The girls watched the men move the furniture out of the way with a mixture of emotions. After finding out why they had taken a little trip to the hockey game, the men looked at their women slightly differently, and when the Caruso men overheard Dominic telling Maria he could fight, they wanted him to prove it. All of Kansas City knew of Dom’s skills as a gunman, but only those from Blue Park knew the brutality of his fists.

  Maria watched Dominic stand in the middle of the room as everyone sat in a big circle. The action even had Cassius and Leo coming down from upstairs to see what the hell was going on.

  The Luciano boss looked at the men around the room when no one came up to face him. “Any takers?”

  Just as she suspected, the men were all talk and no action.

  Vincent was lucky he had looks, because the dumbass stood as he gave Lake a look like I’ve got this.

  “Sit your ass back down,” Dominic told him, knowing there would be no competition. It would be like hitting a helpless bab—

  “What? Are you fucking scared?” Vincent gave him his pretty boy smile.

  “Dominic …,” Maria spoke from behind him, “kick his ass.”

  Dom nodded, agreeing to the slaughter.

  “On the count of three,” Maria began. “One …”

  Dom and Vincent drew close but maintained a four-inch distance between them.

  “Two …”

  Vincent raised his fists up in a fighting position while Dom remained relaxed.

  “Three …”

  “Let’s go, motherfucke—”

  Vincent took one step forward, and it was his last, as Dominic punched the pretty boy so hard right in the face that he immediately fell backward like a ton of bricks, unable to finish his sentence.

  The only ones who didn’t collectively jump from watching the action were Dom’s siblings, Maria, Drago, and Lucca.

  “Vincent!” Lake was beside her boyfriend in an instance. “Your nose is bleeding.”

  “I think he fucking broke it!” Vincent touched it as he came to.

  “Sorry about that,” Dominic told him, obviously not sorry. “Who’s next?”

  None of the men came for—

  “I will.” Amo stood, taking Vincent’s place, as he was off on the sidelines, being nursed by his girlfriend. The respect from the men in the room went up for Amo.

  Dom nodded again, agreeing to the fight right out the gate, which made Maria realize he had probably been waiting to get his hands on Amo after what he had done to Angel.

  Angel sat back, smiling.

  “I got a hundred on Dom. Any takers?” Mathias immediately called out.

  “I’ll take that bet.” Dumbass Vincent couldn’t resist, while his girlfriend held a bag of peas over his nose. Pulling out his wallet, he bet on Amo.

  Maria couldn’t help but notice Lucca and Chloe. They sat farther away from anyone and the Luciano brothers didn’t come close to the scarred girl, all of them keeping their distance out of respect for her and the underboss after what their father had done to her. But she was solely focused on Amo, while Lucca hid a smile that Amo was about to get his ass kicked.

  Wanting to get the hot show on the road, Maria began the countdown, “One …”

  Amo eyed Dominic in confidence.

  “Two …”

  Dominic stared him down. “You wanting to fight to show off in front of the girls or because I’m a Luciano?”

  The room went deathly silent at Maria’s … “Three.”

  Amo rushed toward Dom like a bull in a china shop, his eyes on Dom’s hands. Unlike Vincent, Amo was a better match, body-wise, as De Santis men were huge, but even though he might not look his age, Dom was too experienced for him.

  Dominic waited until the last second before he took a small step to the side, stopping the big man from running when he grabbed his neck. Holding it in his grasp,
he watched Amo’s shocked face as he reared back his fist, punching Amo in the small of his back and sending the man to his knees.

  Fuck hockey, this was the hottest fucking thing she had ever seen in her life.

  “Did you break his neck?” Nero went to help Amo, but his hand was shoved away as Amo got to his feet like a ninety-year-old.

  “Want another round?” Dom offered.

  With one hand on his back and the other on his neck, Amo shook his head. “Not if I’m working tomorrow.”

  Dominic held out a hand, and Amo stared at it for a moment, shocked, before he shook it and squashed the bad blood between them.

  Matthias snatched the cash unrepentantly from Vincent’s poor hands. He had plans of getting richer.

  “Who’s next?”

  Drago slowly stood, moving to stand in front of Dominic, as every breath halted in the room.

  Now this would actually be a fucking fight.

  While Dominic had trained under the Luciano enforcer, Drago the motherfucking tank De Santis, had come from a long line of the best soldiers a Caruso had to offer. If the Carusos handed out that title, then Drago would own it.

  Katarina’s face dropped. She had been enjoying the fights, but even she couldn’t hide her nerves.

  “Okay, new ground rules,” Maria called out. “No hitting in the face or below the waist. We’re getting married tomorrow, and I need his face to be pretty for the pictures, and … the other thing for tomorrow night.”

  “Now you say that?” Vincent’s ground out with the peas attached to his face. He was going to have a rude awakening when he looked in the mirror to see he was sporting a hell of a black eye.

  Nero was still gagging. “I could have lived without hearing that, but I bet five hundred on Drago.” He took out his wallet.

  “I’ll fucking take that bet,” Matthias called out, sticking with his brother for the win.

  “Drago can take him,” Leo spoke his first words of the night.

  Cassius shook his head at him. “Not a fucking chance.”