Novel & Cerita Italy Romano Hetalia

“You are getting this wrong Hayley...” “Luna Hayley,” I corrected firmly. “I did not give you leave to speak my name.” Fieyero shook his head, frustratedly, and stormed towards me. "You don't understand this. If I don't get control of the entire mafia world, there'll be, I can't...” “I am not interested in supporting your desperate dreams Mr Romano,” I turned around and headed to the exit. “If you wish to gain power for yourself, join the dark side of this war and lose all together with them.”

"What's wrong with your leg, Rome?" Romeo bowed his head while saluting his Alpha. He winced slightly at the feeling of his leg cramping. "Earlier there was a group of rogues who stopped in our area, Alpha. But we've fixed them." The smile of enthusiasm and satisfaction is still etched on Romeo's face. Yes, he is very satisfied today. Alpha Jonathan warmly patted the head of his little Beta who was considered his own child. He was very proud of Romeo. The man deserves to be side by side with Nickholas. The right mix.

The men opened fire, forcing Isabella and Leo to take cover. In the chaos— Romano leaped into the river below. Gone. A War Reignited Back at the villa, Ethan was already working. Dante sat on the counter, wrapping a bandage around his arm. “That could have gone better.” Leo was pacing. “He’s not done. That was just a message.” Isabella sat down, exhaling. “Then we send one back.” Ethan looked up. “I hacked into Romano’s last transactions. He’s been moving large amounts of money. Fast. He’s building something bigger than we expected.”

Hayato chirped in and Mancini Romano dropped to his knees, saying, "Young Miss... I mean your Highness, I'll forever be a faithful servant" My brows creased, "That's enough. Call me Sofia. That would be all, I'll give you a call, Mr. Romano" With that, I found my way out of the office to avoid more worship and the armed guards followed quickly. Seems there are still good and honest people in Italy. Alexander Hayato soon caught up with my pace and with heavy breathing said, "Miss... Your Highness, weren't you too excessively kind back there" I stopped abruptly and turned to him, "I'm not in Italy to become a known tyrant, Mr. Hayato. I need loyal heads around me"

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.

Then Romano turned toward her, offering a small, apologetic smile as he extended a hand. "I’m Romano, Katrina’s cousin. Not by blood—her mom married my uncle, but we grew up close. She was always the bossy one." Romano was the typical Italian guy with the accent, the hair cut, frizzy hair falling over his forehead, thick brows and a beautifully cut face. He had soft eyes she wasn't sure what colour they were under the light, contrasting against Katrina’s mischievious ones. His smile tugged wider, but didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You must be Ella. The infamous wife." Ella shook his hand gently, offering a small nod. "That’s me. The... infamy."

"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!"

He threatened. He turned to the assistant and motioned for her to come closer and join her boss. “Look who we have here, Marco de Luca , Il capofamiglia I'Signori Della Notte," Lita said as though she was not surprised to see him. “To what do I owe this courtesy visit?” She asked all while maintaining a smile on her face. Lita Romano is the kind of woman who commands a room without saying a word. She had the aura of a powerful Italian mafia boss, she was sleek, dangerous, and always liked to be in control.

The firelight from the hearth flickered across his relaxed features, making him look impossibly calm, as though the chaos of everything that had happened was beneath his concern. He stretched his legs across the worn leather couch, one arm draped carelessly over the back, and met my gaze with a sly grin. “She’s your mate, Romano,” he said casually, tilting his head just enough to let the shadows from the fire play across his sharp cheekbones. “Go get her. It would seem she’s too fragile for me. I don’t want to break more of her… lovely tooth.”

I need to cut off his escape routes, and for that, I need the Romano family. I waved away the tablet with a dismissive gesture. “Forget the financial report. Focus on the only thing that matters: the Italians. Domenico and the brothers. They are weak, predictable, and obsessed with the legitimacy Isabella was meant to give them. They hate Damon, but they lack the stones to act.” Alexander looked up, relief flickering in his eyes at the shift in target. “We have an old communication channel with their consigliere. We can propose a summit in the Balkans, neutral ground. A three-way truce to counter Salvatore’s aggression.”