Novel & Cerita Hetalia Italy Romano

I can see gratitude in their eyes. "Relax... you all are safe now... you don't need to worry about anything." I said and Romano came to me. "He is Arcangelo Romano... my... husband... he is the one who made sure you all are back here safely" I said and they all bowed down to him as well. Romano looked at me and then I realised that all of his man are watching all this and others have joined as well.

He straightened slowly and turned to face the room, his chest rising and falling as he fought to steady himself. “I’m not getting weak,” he said lowly. “And I’m not letting a whore cloud my judgment.” His eyes moved from one face to the other. “In case any of you are forgetting, I am Rico De Romano. Capo of the Five Territories. Head of I Sette.” The words weren’t just for them. They sounded like a reminder to himself most of all. He spared Valentina a brief, cold look as she remained on the floor, still coughing. Then his gaze returned to Ezio and Sandro.

“Romano, this is Irish, and she will be living together with us.” “Hi Irish, my name is Romano, it's a pleasure to meet you.” He shook hands with me, I could feel, my heartbeat going faster than during our first meeting. He looks like the most handsome man ever for me, so dreamy, tall, and charismatic with blonde hair and gray eyes, so amazing, he is totally like the man of my dream. “Irish, so you will be enrolled with the same university as Romano, hope you will be happy with that.”

he said simplistically. "Paris!" I exclaimed. "Let's go to Paris!" "Paris it is," he replied. "And if anyone asks, I'm an Italian rogue living in America and my name is Romano De'Meritchi and you are um...my cousin and your name is... Eleonora De'Meritchi." "Eleonora De'Meritchi...got it," I repeated just before my phone started ringing. "Leo's calling. Why would he be calling?"

The entire time I did, was when he finally dragged me to dinner with some of the russians. They spoke among themselves and talked without caring about me. I didn't care because I liked my own space. But one of them said something that got my attention. “Have you heard the news?”he asked Ivan who raised his eyebrows at him. “The italian EX don, Dominic Romano, he is getting married “He said and my spoon fell on the ground, my body still as I turned to look at the man who had spoken. I could see the smirk on Ivan face as he looked at me,

"Get out of the fucking car." Romano glared at us both. "You can’t be serious! Are you kicking me out into the middle of nowhere because of this beautiful demon?" He gestured wildly. "We both know this is my first time in Italy, I don’t speak the language, and I don’t have any money. You dragged me here for this whore!"

But first, I have to meet up with Romano. Romano and I have a pact, a treaty to keep peace between the American and Italians knowing our history. But nothing makes sense. Why would Romano hold a grudge against Alex? He hasn't been to the US in the last two years after the gala. When the plane lands, everyone gets off and I step out last after Ryan. Romano stands at the bottom with his mischievous grin. "I must say this is a surprise Don America." He says in his Italian accent. The only thing I see is us being shot at. Alexandra's life being in danger because of me. I go for my gun but Ryan holds my hand.

He moved with liquid grace, like an apex predator, and my skin crawled. "Callum." His accent was thick, his gaze sliding over me dismissively. "I see you've brought. entertainment." Callum's growl vibrated through his chest. "My mate, Viktor. Show respect." "Ah yes, the turned one." Viktor's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "How. progressive of you." Before Callum could utter a word, the click of stilettos against stone preluded Isabella Romano's entrance. An Italian Alpha, she entered the room as if she was the owner, her blood-red dress a statement to begin with.

He starts to circle me, pissing me even more. "Romano!" I twirl to face him but gasp when I bump into his body. I loose balance and hold him for support but we both end up staggering and he ends up leaning against the wall for support. "You are so fucking heavy! What do you eat, huh?" He asks, chuckling but that only makes me lost in a trance as if being enchanted by him. He's so fucking beautiful. Hot. And oh yeah, I'm so stupid admitting that. My heart pounds against my ribs when he stops laughing and stares at me, gorgeous green grey eyes burning into mine. My eyes lift up to his black jet hair. Too italian. A hot italiano indeed! I shudder when he lifts his hands to the zipper of the cho

Even from that close angle, he was breathtaking with his blonde hair and baby blue eyes. “But Mr. Romano, your handkerchief. It’s dirty now” she gasped. “It’s going to be my favorite handkerchief now that it has something related to you on it. There’s no need for formalities, call me Ronald” he said. Carmen gasped again. There wasn’t a hint on his face that he was joking, he looked extremely serious. Suddenly, his mouth opened and he closed his eyes tightly. “I’m so sorry, it absolutely sounded so creepy that your blood is now on it and me saying it will be my favorite”he said, looking like he wanted to slap himself but refrained from doing so.