Italy Romano Hetalia Novels & Stories

Whatever softness had existed in the room minutes ago was gone now. “We need to hit back,” Dominic spat. “This isn’t just Diego anymore. He’s partnered with someone.” Alex’s eyes narrowed. “Who?” Dominic swallowed. “Luca Romano.” Silence. The Romanos were a shadow family—low profile, deeply entrenched in international arms trafficking, and notorious for never playing favorites. If they’d aligned with Diego, then it wasn’t just Alex’s empire at risk. It was his life. Sophia stepped forward. “Luca’s dangerous. His reach extends far beyond this city. If he’s backing Diego, then they’re preparing for something big.”

"Clau, you look beautiful in that dress." I couldn't help blushing a little. "Thank you, Alessandro, shall we go?" We arrived at one of the most famous restaurants in Italy for its Mediterranean food, everyone was watching us, now I realized that it was going to be impossible to keep this marriage a secret. "Mr. Lombardi, let me offer you a white wine to accompany your meal." "Go ahead." "If you need anything else please don't hesitate to call me, we are here to serve you, I am retiring."

Romano raised his head fearfully at me, peeing on his pants already. "Capo dei capi." He was about pleading for forgiveness. "You dare tell my father about me huh?" I asked rhetorically walking to the socket already. "Well thank you. I finally have a reason to get you out of the way." I spoke in Italian, having a plan that after I got rid of Romano, I'd start building my foundation outside Europe and I would go to any length to make all government officers in Italy be under my feet. "Don Sullivan..." Romano started begging me.

Did I pronounce it right? His cousin gives him a thumbs up. "Wait, where are we going?" Eddy puts his hand on my shoulders with a bright smile. —To the cradle of all human evil: Italy. Italy, Tuscany. 19 years RYDER "Here, I want a clean job." Leo slid the data sheet across the desk and I caught it on the other side. They are from the Bratva, so be careful. -AHA. I browsed the folder and since there was no image I closed it soon. Leo was stroking the back of Pantera who was very comfortable sleeping on the table, when he looked at me. Serious, indisputable, as always.

“So what’s your plan brother?” Ace ask curiously as he raised an eyebrow at him. “Well..” Romano said as he looked down at his hands. Alice grabbed his hand and held it tightly. He looked up at her and smiled before looking back at Ace. “After we kill Moskov we’re running away.” Romano said confidently, his face serious. “Excuse me?” Ace asked in disbelief. “We’re running away. We’re leaving this life behind and starting over, starting our life together.” He said as he looked back up at Alice.

I noticed his eyes were hazel and he had a button nose. “Are you alright, Miss?” he asked in concern. I nod my head, still rubbing my forehead. “I’m so sorry. I was in a hurry.” the Italian guy, I believe from his accent, reasoned. “Don’t be. I should have been aware as well.” I smiled awkwardly. From his attire, I presume he’s one of Logan’s business partners who came to attend the meeting. “I’m Elijah Romano.” he introduced, extending his hand.

Luciano mentioned earlier, no big deal. “Oh! The Madman’s Daughter” Gio mouths but I know what he said. So tactless I do wonder why they all keep calling Romano The Madman. Well, it's certainly a befitting name. “Step-daughter” I corrected, I HATED it when people refer to me as Romano’s daughter. He is NOT my father. “Oh, my bad. I’m Gio” He stretched his hand for a shake “Athena” I replied as I shook his hand

"He is the Alpha of Crescent Moon Pack and President of De Luca Corporation, an Italian multinational corporation that designs and manufactures athletic and casual footwear, apparel, and accessories, headquartered in Rome, Italy." "Where is Rome, Italy?" "Rome is the capital of Italy. I will show you where Italy is on the map tomorrow," I said before adding, "Now, it’s time to sleep." "Mamma, does De Luca also mean DL?" "Hmm," "Woah! I didn’t know I was using my own company’s shoes. That’s cool. I can't wait to share the same with others." He chirped, and I looked at him in shock. His company?

“Ares?” “Amico, abbiamo del lavoro da fare.” I tell him, staring at the glass wall ahead. “I want everything you can find on Alessandro Romano.” I end the call and drop the phone back onto the desk, the weight of it barely making a sound against the wood. A couple of hours bleed by, my office thick with smoke and low voices. I sit back, glass of whisky untouched, listening to one of my men lay out the beginnings of our retaliation plan. Maps. Names. Targets. Romano's territory mapped out like a fucking chessboard, ready for me to kick over.

Dominic’s voice dropped. “They’re running the show. The labs. The chemicals. The whores. They branded this one.” He tapped the photo of the pale girl, the one that had been stuck in his head since the second he saw her. “Said she’s half-Italian. Nineteen. A virgin.” Matteo gave a low chuckle. “She won’t be after you’re done.” Dominic didn’t smile. But his jaw flexed. Romano pulled the folder closer. “Which one’s your pick, boss? You like the little one with the shaved pussy? Or the one with the big tits and the rope marks?”