De Donde Es Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, Romeo took over the inner core and seriously said, "Please don't call me Lil guy. I have a name, Romeo Zhu." "Haha…" Looking at Romeo acting like an adult, Chester and Dax looked at each other and laughed. 'This Lil guy is interesting.' Then, Chester asked curiously, "Okay, Romeo. Where did you learn your skills from? Who are your parents?" Immediately, Dax and the elites turned their eyes to Romeo, curious. Under everyone's focus, Romeo remained calm and said, "My Master is Lu Dongbin of the Holy Saint Sect. My father is Zhu Bajie, and my mother is Gonggong…"

I take a deep breath and nod. Sebastian Ferreira, better known as Dio, is the biggest mafia boss in Rome. He's in charge of most of Europe and he has some strong ties with the Mexican mafia as well. Everything that's happening in the city right now has something to do with him. And his presence in Rome means it's going to get even more dangerous out here.

Raphael says, smiling. “Who are you talking about?” Hugo asked. “Santos said he would date an American girl,” Raphael said, reminding everyone. “Yeah, I remember him saying it. Being that he’s from Canada, I believed him. I never thought I would even meet an exotic American girl, let alone see one, in China. So I never thought it would happen to me. I had all intentions of marrying a Chinese girl.” “Yes, you even turned down all the other beauties on the Asian continent that were interested in you.”

She clasped Rhiannon’s hand. “I’ve wanted to call you and tell you how sorry I am about Kieran, but I just couldn’t work up the strength... until now. I just had to be present at this memorial. I’m Sonia Ramirez.” Rhiannon looked once again perplexed. “I’m Santi’s aunt. I’m here on behalf of my sister and my brother-in-law. They wanted to be here but my sister is still way too shaken. Losing her eldest son hit her pretty hard, so she asked me to represent the family. I live in Florida… Santi came from Mexico to the States when he was sixteen and lived with me until he decided to follow his dream here, in New York.”

“Look, it's not like I decided to come here for a vacation okay? Mi ha trovato (He found me).” “Che” “What?” “Romano found me” "Come?" “How?” "Non lo so. A quanto pare è a Los Angeles ormai da un po' e tiene d'occhio me e tutti quelli intorno a me da un po" “I don’t know. Apparently, he’s been in L.A. for a while now and he’s been keeping an eye on me and everyone around me for a while.” “Merda (Shit)! Does your mother know about this?”

I’m staring at the photo on the screen. I would be lying if I said he didn’t cross my mind in the past month but I started to forget what he looked like. Now the memories flood back in. His face is unsmiling here but he still looks handsome. I read the news crawl. He’s Diego Santoro, millionaire businessman. I’ve heard that name before, wealthy beyond imagination and rumored to be part of the mafia. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

I went out of the hall for fresh air, "Good to see you again beauty," A man said, puffing a smoke out of his nostrils. He looked familiar. I itched my head to find out where I seemed to know him from. "I am Santiago Romano," he blurted out, drawing my attention. "Ohh, you are the one in Los Angeles?" "Yes, you do recognize me. How are you doing Tiffany? You look so beautiful tonight,". He muttered, tossing his cigarettes on the ground and matching it. I blushed at his words, Santiago moved closer to me and whispered,

I have already gone through all that was to know about him. Dante Romano, twenty-seven-year-old single father who owns a high-end nightclub by the name Eclipse Lounge. Not only that, he has another business. A popular Restaurant in the state and a branch in Singapore. He's a man that travels around a lot. There wasn't much information about his personal life apart from him being a single father and a sex maniac. There was no other information beyond that.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." Sandra looked him up and down. "Hmm..." She crossed her arms. "This is so frustrating. You really look familiar." "That's exactly what I was thinking." "Are you from Mindoro?" Sandra asked. "No. I'm just here for work." "Then Manila?" "No." Rome was about to say something else when a familiar voice called out from behind him. "Rome." Both Rome and Sandra turned toward the voice. They saw Andrei walking toward them with his hands tucked casually into his pockets.

“You’re full of surprises.” “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he replies, taking a sip from his own mug. “Then tell me something.” He raises an eyebrow. “What do you want to know?” “Where are you from? You don’t look like you were born in the States. You’re too tanned for that.” “I was born in Rome.” My eyes widen. “Rome? That’s the one place I’ve always wanted to visit. What’s it like?” He shrugs. “I wouldn’t know. I left when I was three.”