De Donde Es Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

I continue with my eating, making sure I don’t waste the delicious food. “If I may ask, what’s that stone for anyway? It has to be so important that you have to kidnap me and hold me ransom.” I wipe my mouth with a napkin as I set the rest of the wasting utensils away. Santino stares at his brother, and Maximo nods his head. “We are not from here, Samantha.” “Duh…” “No, you don’t get it,” Maximo cuts me off. “We are not from here, meaning earth.”

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

Suddenly my heart began beating faster than normal, my eyes meeting the midnight blues of Romano Callaso, I couldn’t place what was different about him, sure he was well groomed, beautifully dressed but he had a look of sadness on his face. At first Romano looked back at Santos as if he didn’t realise who I was, then it hit him, the reality of me walking towards him. He instantly turned his head back to look at me, taking a step forward in front of Santos. I continued to walk slowly, until baby Roman came into view of Romano.

"Why is the entire house disorganized?" "Santo killed Alceo and we found out that just before Santo shot him, Alceo is a Russian. His real name is Alceo Romanov. The son of the Russian mafia leader, Isiak Romanov." For a moment, it sounded like he was saying gibberish. I refused to come to terms with what he was saying. There was no way I couldn't have known, the huge line of enmity between Isiak and Santo was more than just being rivals. It was personal too and unfortunately, I just happened to know the story. I was one of the few people who knew and Santo had me swear, never to reveal it to Marianna.

“You're not the girl I lost three years ago.” “Good,” she said. “She was soft. Naive.” “She was still dangerous.” “Now she's lethal.” A pause stretched between them. Then he asked. “Do you want to do this messy?” Her smile was razor-thin. “Oh messy.” The Romeros operated out of an estate in Valencia — less fortress, more palace. Gold gates, security patrols, gardens sculpted to disguise landmines. The head of the family, Hector Romero, had taken power after Amara’s father's fall.

"You're her gigolo! And you made her pregnant, and then she would tell everyone that it was my son’s! That would never happen.” Leo put her behind him and faced Elroy's mother. "Mrs. Santos," Leo said while taking something from his wallet. And he handed her a calling card. "My name is Leon Benedict Ramos, I am the CEO and President of Azucarera De Ramos. And I am Infinity's older brother!” He introduced himself to her mother-in-law.

“Then what is the point?” I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.“The point is, I told you—explicitly—that the card attached to the dress should state that it came from Santa. To humans, Santa is an old man with a kind heart who grants wishes no matter how hard. I wanted her to believe the dress came from him—not the damn CEO she thinks she’s supposed to fall for. But now… she knows, Caleb. Because of your screw-up, she knows Santa and the CEO are one and the same.” Caleb blinks, then scratches the back of his neck. His hesitation is all the confirmation I need.

I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot with tires screeching against the pavement. During the drive I grabbed my phone and dialed Rocco. He answered on the second ring. “Boss, what is going on?” “Where is Roman right now?” I demanded. My voice came out rough and low. “Tell me exactly where that bastard is.” Rocco hesitated for a second. “He was discharged earlier today. He is at one of the De Santis family bars on the east side. The Golden Lion. Should I meet you there with backup, Boss?”

That was it. “Thomas?” he called out. It took Thomas less than three seconds to appear in the doorway, like he’d been standing there waiting. Of course he had. He prided himself on being available the second Alex needed him. That was how he showed respect. “You called, sir?” “Is this all the information you could get on Romeo?” Alex held up the thin sheet. Name: Romeo Declan Origin: Italy. Lost both parents there. Status: Orphan. Background: Grew up on the streets of Italy. Moved to New York for college.

"I don't know him, he was the person I told you guys about yesterday at the restaurant." "Oh no, the person you insulted, we're doomed." Romeo said. "What do you mean? You know him?" She asked. Her face contorted with confusion. "His the third son of Salvador's family, he grew up in New York after he lost his mother. His father took him to New York to stay with his grandmother, she thought him business, and after he graduated from University, he started a company in New York. He is famous in New York, his company ranks first in the business world. If you ever go to New York, ask for Cenzo Salvador, they will take you to the mansion where he's grandmother lives.