Italy Romano Novels & Stories

Dante, leaning casually against the bar, tapped his fingers rhythmically, though Isabella knew better—he was calculating the best moment to strike. Romano smirked, sipping his drink slowly, as if he held all the cards. "You thought you won, Isabella," he said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "You thought killing Marcella meant the empire was gone. But power doesn't just disappear—it shifts." Isabella’s fingers curled into fists. “And let me guess, you think it shifted to you?” Romano chuckled. "Oh, I don't think. I know." Leo took a step forward. "You're outnumbered, Romano. If you think you can just walk away from this, you're mistaken."

By business, I mean, illegal one. The country doesn’t know, but I do. Because our fathers are friends, or we can say benefactors. Where Ralph Romano pulls the arrow, Lorenzo Bianchi makes sure it hits the target. I’ve met him quite a few times, and let me tell, where Massimo got his genes from.

He's dangerous when it comes to messing with one of his kids. Alessandro Luca Romano -The first born and is 34 years old. He has brown hair and blue eyes and is the heir of the Italian Mafia. He is one of the best assassin there is. He's very dangerous when it comes to his brothers and his Sorella. Emiliano Lorenzo Romano

At the end, Aunt Valentina said, "You're wrong, Luciano. Actually, you have some family. A great one. I have promised to your mother not to tell you anything. However, now I don't think I can keep that promise anymore." "I have some family?" Luciano looked at Aunt Valentina in disbelief. "Yes, boy. You still have family. The Romano." Aunt Valentina smiled warmly at him. "'That' Romano." Aunt Valentina continued again. Luciano hardly believed this information if it wasn't Aunt Valentina who said it. 'That' Romano family. Oh my god. It turned out that he was a part of the most distinguished family in Italy! "Auntie didn't lie, right, didn’t you?" Luciano asked. His eyes lit up excitedly.

At this round table, the three men tried to corner him. "Says who? After you left, our packs even had a drop in quality. Why can you talk like that, Rome?" Jonathan interrupted. "Danny is kind and capable of going through anything, but you are superior to leading them." Romeo burst out laughing. "You always say nice things, Alpha. Therefore everyone is very flattered by your words. However, that's not what I'm afraid of. I don't know how much my wife hates when she finds out what happened to her past. I don't want my woman trapped in the valley of misery I made a long time ago." Romeo took a deep breath.

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.

I didn't want her waking up and torn between herself again, upon seeing him. “Leave Romanov, better still decide our fate faster,” I intentionally kept calling him Romanov. I needed him to be reminded that we were Italians and they were Russians. We don't mix, the last time it happened, I knew the outcome of what happened. “You need to stop calling me Romanov, it's my name, fine. But you also know my name, it's Alceo. A L C E O,” he spelt it out for me. “We don't mix Romanov, the Del Vecchios and the Romanovs shouldn't mix. And I was just too stupid to take you for just an ordinary lecturer. You of all people should know the history between us, besides, you are Isiak’s favorite.”

He dusted his hands like he’d just taken out the trash. I stared at him, stunned, heart pounding. “Who are you?” He walked toward me, slow enough not to scare me, eyes steady on mine. Up close, his presence was sharp and quiet, the kind that didn’t need to shout to own a room. “Luca Romano,” he said simply. Romano. The name punched through me like thunder. I’d heard it whispered in Dante’s world. The Romanos weren’t just anyone. They were his rivals. His enemies. The other half of the city’s blood.

"Okay. Strategy. What are we looking at in terms of threats?" "Dante Romano has resources in Naples and Rome. Unknown number of soldiers, the Romanos had maybe sixty before I killed fifteen, so call it forty-five now. Maybe more if he's been recruiting." Dimitri pulled up a map. "He's got connections to other Southern Italian families. Weapon suppliers. Drug networks. The usual infrastructure." "But he's operating from the shadows, which means his soldiers are the weak point. They have to show their faces even if he doesn't."

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.”