Italy Romano Novels & Stories

Exactly at that moment a wiry, graying, distinctly-Italian-looking man emerged in a rush from the restaurant behind the host’s pedestal. “Signor Duke! Il Porcellino ti ha riportato alla mia porta!” With a great flourish, the bristly terrier of a man she assumed must be Gerardo threw his arms about Duke’s chest in a hug, then clapped him heartily on one shoulder. “You see? I told you it must happen!”

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.

Romano’s screams echoed through the warehouse as I walked in. “Enough,” I said, waving Ying away. Romano was dangling over his chair. I signaled for Ying to put him down and straighten the chair. Ying nodded, but not without a parting gift—he stabbed a knife through Romano’s hand, pinning it to the arm of the chair before stepping back. Romano groaned loudly, throwing his head back. I smiled. I might not send these men back to where they came from. I liked how brutal they were. My men were brutal too, sure, but these guys… they had no loyalty to anyone in Italy. That was useful.

I ruminated and tried remembering where I had seen that face before. “Hi, Maria,” he smirked. I narrowed my eyes. I just remembered it was Romero, the guy who met me at the mall some months back to help him out with the ingredients and how to make Ribollita. “This is my Brother, Pietro. The second son of the Vincenzos” Dante whiffed from behind. “Brother!” Dante hugged him. “Thank you for the Intro, Brother,” He smirked. I was lost. From a random Romero to Pietro, a made man and possibly one of the deadliest in Sicily? I surely was missing something and I knew it was something huge…

(Otherwise, what Giovanni? "Altrimenti, non esisterebbero ad attaccare I nostri magazzini nell Asia meridionale e distruggere I carri armati che contrabbandano merci nei nostri paesi," interesting, so these Romanos are their rival. I have to find out more about Romano. (Otherwise, they would not hesitate to attack our warehouses in South Asia and destroy the tanks which smuggle goods in our countries,) "Enough! We will talk about this later," he stood up and left the room, I jogged to catch up with him. We sat in the car and the driver drove back to the office.

Andrew added. "De' luca won't let that go if he's truly alive, he's going to come back for revenge. He might wipe out that entire clan. But before that, we have to watch our backs closely." I said, tapping my fingers on the desk. "I know a way to get the Italians off our back." The quite one amongst the Donovan twins said. We all turned our eyes to him, focusing our attention on him. "The Romano's, I mean Mateo Enzo Romano. has a daughter."

Romeo was groaning with pain and could not see clearly for his right eye was totally blind. He was in the back of a van and his whole body was soaked in blood. What was supposed to be his clothes were torn into blood soaked rags. He could not feel his body. He felt totally numb and his voice could not come out. He was trying to call for help but nothing could make sense as his voice could not be heard. The only sound that was dominating was the sound of the engine of the van he was in. It was roaring as it bumped on the gravel road making his body to ache even more. It was as if every bone in his body was broken. He could not even lift a finger. The more he tried to make a move the more the

Adrian's expression remained unchanged. "Someone offering you what you've been chasing for years," he said. Silence. Measured. Heavy. Luciano leaned back slightly, studying him more carefully now. "And what would that be?" Adrian stepped forward just enough to place a slim black folder on the table. Not thick. Not messy. Precise. Controlled. Luciano didn't open it yet. He only looked at it. Adrian's voice lowered. "Alessandro Romano doesn't fall because he's weak," he said. "He falls because he trusts structure that no longer exists."

Weird how I was just thinking about him and then he showed up. "Oh mia cara sorella! Mi sei mancata, il tuo ultimo messaggio però è stato abbastanza scortese!” He started speaking Italian and my knowledge of the language was just down to 'ciao'. ["Oh my dear sister! I missed you, but your last message was quite rude."] ["Luciano, stai zitto e vai a casa. Non me ne frega un cazzo"] ["Luciano, shut up and go home. I really do not give a shit ."]

Deandre Romeo I got home after 5 days in Italy doing a lot of work. I got home a little bit late at night. I walked inside and found the TV turned on. I walked into the living room and found Tatiana sleeping on the sofa with the TV watching her sleep. I walked to the special cupboard to get a bottle of wine. I took one glass and walked back to the living room. I opened the bottle and poured a small amount of wine into my glass. I drank it and closed my eyes.