De Donde Es Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

He stood on his feet, and saw several gunmen, approaching him. He did a head count, and his eyes drooped, over twenty. Don Santiago mumbled under his breath, “they are too many” He held his guns tightly, and a look of determination on his face. “Don Santiago, inform your daughter to return, then, we will spare your life,” one of the gunmen said loudly. Don Santiago furrowed his eyebrows, “Who are you?” he asked, a big frown etched on his face. “I am Romeo, and we are men from the Hosa family” he introduced himself.

He was very disappointed in me though. It was not my fault I mean who wouldn't fall for Maverick? All these Italian men are super hot. The fact they are mafias makes them even better and hotter. Santiago started the car and I kept staring at him. I never expected his dick to be that huge. I wasn't surprised when he kissed me. I always knew a day like this would come, and I have always been expecting it. I think it took long enough. Santos is a very fine-ass young man, who is always very smart and brave. He came from a poor background but he has somehow made a name for himself among Don's. Don Michael likes Santos a lot, and he tells him not to work for any other Don, only him. He single-hand

The house felt oddly quiet. Sunny couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. She walked down the hall, her eyes flicking every corner she could find. Rico was now where to be found. Neither was Santo. “Where are you gallivanting to?Rosa’s voice caught the attention with a sunny allure. Sunny turned to find Rosa coming out from Santos’ office “Where’s santo?” Sunny asked, walking closer to Rosa “Well, he went to see daddy dearest and Rico insisted he had to go too,” Rosa said, folding her arm across her chest.

"Is there some sort of event today?" The passerby looked at him incredulously and replied, "You haven't heard? The future Don of the Santis family is getting married." Marco raised an eyebrow. Romolo was dying. Who would be willing to marry him? "Who's the bride?" "From the Rosa family." Marco turned pale. "T-That's impossible!"

Florida, USA. "It can't be that my wife has been swallowed by the earth!" exclaimed the man, his face completely bandaged. The surgeon had contacted him a week later to have him operated on, it was easier to reverse the damage, only the scars on his face were fresh, although he did not want to be operated on, Massimo convinced him that he should do it. "Sir, Santino San Roman has left the country, many of my men have contacted him, and he is not in the United States. If he managed to leave, he did so on a private airline and through extortion. I'm looking for a way to find out which country."

He sat down and rested his hands completely flat on his knees, making sure they were clearly visible. "Isabella." Romeo said. His voice was incredibly soft. "My name is Dr. Romeo Galante. I am a doctor. I am sitting all the way across the room from you, and I promise, I am not going to touch you." The shaking lump beneath the blanket didn't move, but her jagged breaths hitched, listening to him.

The man looked at the empty bottle on the table. “Sorry, I didn't hear you come in.” He raked his fingers through his hair when the other man picked the paper from the table. “Oh shit,” He simply said. “Estaban, I don't know what to do.” Santos breathed. “First of all, you need to breathe.” Estaban placed his muscular hand on his brother. “I'm here.” Santos nodded. “Who is she?” “Kimberlee Smith.” Santos sighed. “A socialite? Billionaire daughter? Philanthropist? A politician's daughter?” Estaban asked.

“Okay, how's it looking?” “I got a message from Santo,” Luca said plainly. “Okay?” Mathias asked, sitting up and placing his arms on the table. “The message was not on my phone or email. He sent a fucking note in an airplane shape into my house. My fucking house!” Luca spat. Mathias’ eyes widened, the realization of Luca's words finally dawned on him. “Okay, hold on,” I said, holding a finger up. They both turned their attention to me. “Who the fuck is Santos?” I asked. “Our biggest rival. He's the corresponding mafia don in Russia.”

“Never in your wildest dreams. I will hunt you, Romano and when I do, I'll have you begging for your dear fucking life. There is no place in the corner of this earth where you’ll be safe from me.” “It’s a shame. But you won’t be able to find me.” Romano states proudly. I glance over to Miko and he nods, writing something down on a sheet of paper. Holding it up, it reads. “Found him. He’s overseas, North America. Costa Rica, to be exact.’ I hold in my grin, not wanting to give anything away. “I’d consider your days numbered, Romano. You better pray to whatever deity you know.” An evil grin spreads across his face, the expression of a psychopath. “I would love to see you try, Moretti.”