Hetalia Italy Romano Novels & Stories

Albert Alistano Age 28 Sweet , loving , caring , handsome guy The boyfriend of Sriste parkar Los Angeles Romano Group & industries is top in full los angeles.The one and only CEO is River Romano ... age 29..still single ... River's pov "U all are useless..don't show your face again ..i hate those people who don't know how to do hard work. Alex just fire them" i said clenching my teeth...all know i am a ruthless angry man..who cares...i just want to be who i am...

The vehicle had a sticker of the Casa Roma logo and a not for rent statement on the lower door frame. “Thanks Lio,” Ethan greeted as soon as they get on the car. The driver, Lio, was one of the most loyal worker of the Roma Family. For him serving the Roma was a privilege. He is already 53 and had already been Darrem's butler when the kid was just 7. Lio just nodded and watch the new faces on the head mirror. He stared at the lady on the glasses, and find her frame familiar, but didn't said anything about it.

“I’m familiar with how things work in the mafia. Girls are nothing but breeding animals and pawns in your unfair games of war and power. What’s to say that you won’t sell me off to the highest bidder by tomorrow.” “Nonsense!” Romano spat, “you are my precious daughter, moya malenkaya zvezdochka. You answer to no one, you will live for no one!” His brown eyes blazed with a ferocity and protectiveness that couldn’t be faked. My knees threatened to give out under the weight of the intensity in his eyes and I shook my head again. “I can’t…” I whispered, clutching the photograph tighter. “I can’t do this.” Romano’s voice broke through the silence again, soft and heavy with regret. “You were only

“Fuck... you're so tight, Lana.” Once he was fully buried inside her, Alana placed both hands on his chest for balance and began to ride him. Her hips rolled in a sensual rhythm, soft moans spilling from her lips with every movement. Her breasts bounced gently as she moved, drawing Roman's hungry gaze. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, gripping her tightly as she rode him. Suddenly, Alana asked breathlessly, “Tell me about your trip... how was Rome?” Roman's eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts. “Shitty,” he muttered. “I never want to go back there.”

He glanced up, and for a moment, his eyes sharpened with satisfaction. “Done?” he asked. Dante inclined his head once. “The traitor’s gone.” A slow smile touched Vittorio’s mouth. He leaned back, exhaling smoke. “Bene. That’s what it means to be Moretti. Swift. Clean.” His gaze lingered on the shirt. “And without hesitation.” The praise was clipped, but it carried weight. “What of the Romano’s?” Vittorio asked next. “They are trying to take their revenge, figlio mio. What do you intend?”

Dante Romano For the next few days, I try to oversee the Dubai project from New York. Traveling around isn’t an option because Issa can barely sleep without me beside her. And truth be told, I can’t sleep without her either. But it’s not just about that. There’s Ivan Lombardo. He’s italian. The Lombardos were once involved in shady dealings with the Romanos, that’s why I don’t completely trust them. I don’t care how much they’ve “rebranded.” The blood on their name doesn’t wash away that easily.

The masked man continued talking gibberish ‘You have one month to surrender your wife willingly Romano, or it will be a war that would end in both your deaths’ His distorted voice ended and the video went black. That was it? I wanted to laugh. A war I won’t win? They clearly had no fùcking idea. I am Romano Cappellucci. War is my middle name, it seems like I've been too quiet these days. It's time to rain a little havoc on some roaches. I shut the laptop with a snap and reached for my phone dialing my trusted friend. “Romano,” Fabiano’s voice answered on the second ring. Fabiano and Alberto were the only people I could call my friends, they were the people I could trust. Alberto was good at

Sabrina looked at the priest worriedly who started to recite the vows. “Do you Alessandro Emilio take Sabrina Alessandro as your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do,” He said without a hitch. No expression what so ever on his face. Sabrina gulped hard as the priest turned his attention at her. “Do you Sabrina Alessandro take Alessandro Emilio as your lawfully wedded husband?” Sabrina stilled. She could not think of the answer. Her mind was a complete havoc at this moment. It felt as if suddenly everything has froze.

Roman frowned, his features became neutral and his eyes seemed to lose the light that they had earlier, he looked dead and lifeless like his soul had been drained from his body. “Who is that Roman?” Reyna asked, noticing the change in his demeanor. “My Father, Ettore Knight.”

The sharp buzz cut through the silence. He glanced down at the screen. Rico. Romano frowned slightly before answering. “Yes.” On the other end, Rico’s voice came low and urgent. “Romano, listen carefully.” Romano leaned back slightly in his seat. “What happened?” “We just got word from one of our men near Lorenzo’s territory.”