Italy Romano Novels & Stories

“Celeste has nothing to do with this.” “Tutto a che fare con questo!” Romano’s voice boomed. “Everything! She bears the blood of the man who ended my family. Do you think I can look at her and not see Alessia’s grave?” “Then don’t look at her,” Azrael bit out. The Don’s men stiffened. Guns clicked softly in the dark. For a moment, I thought Romano would order them to shoot him. Instead, he let out a long, quiet breath and said something that made the air go still again.

“Brother.” Romano said as he sat down across from me with an annoyed look on his face. “Pussy.” I said, biting my lip to control my laughter as I stared at the fluffy cat hears on his head. He rolled his eyes and poured himself a glass. “You’re an idiot, you know that” Romano said and took a large gulp. “You’re approaching this all wrong.” He stated. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I lied as I put my drink down and placed my arms behind the women next to me.

Romeo means pilgrim to Rome. - I honestly don't understand why you know these things and why they matter at this point in my life. - Simply because it is heartbreaking, as the death of a “strong prince” " frees” the powers of the Greek god of war. Now, a pilgrim and one dedicated to Jupiter can, perhaps, lead to the defeat of Mars by a strong prince. - Old man, your brain is burned out. – Shane, who remained silent the entire time, says while eating some cookies.

" Have you slept with Mark before ?" " No. We only kissed." "When?" "Before you. Please don't turn to alcohol and drugs when things are bothering you. " " You aren't mad at me?" "No I am chilled we've been through hell and back together ." "Any guys I should know about?" " Jealousy makes you nasty." " Not where you are concerned ." "Romano who is my new client." I looked at Cleo inquisitively " What's Romano's surname?" "Luca. He does similar stuff that you guys do at Massa with shipping. Speaking of which ; I am headed to Richards Bay tomorrow, I should be back Saturday evening ."

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.”

Once the divorce is finalised, I can compensate her properly and end this entire arrangement cleanly. Until then— She stayed in the penthouse, working as a dutiful wife. Exactly where she belonged. And once Grandfather returned— it would already be over. My phone buzzed against the desk. Ethan, my assistant, was calling me. I answered without looking away from the skyline. “What?” “The Romano meeting is confirmed for Saturday night.” That got my attention. I turned slowly toward the desk. “Lorenzo Romano himself?” “Yes.” Romano Group had dominated multiple sectors across Europe within less than a decade. Shipping. Real estate. Private equity. Aggressive expansion with old-money polish.

Papers and maps lay spread before them, marked with neat red circles. Dante leaned forward, resting his hands on the table’s edge, his jaw tight as he listened. “The Romano family is weak,” Bellini said in his calm, deliberate voice. “Their Don has been careless with alliances. He has debts he cannot pay, men who no longer trust him. Now is the moment to strike.” A murmur of agreement rippled among the capos. Vittorio only smiled, his eyes narrowing like a predator who smelled blood. “We will move on their territory,” he said. “Piece by piece, until there is nothing left but scraps. Their men will fall in line, or they will fall into graves.”

Report: Quinn The bustling city of Rome. Italy. The Via Claudia. Temperature: 25° Celsius (77°F) Rome. City of marble and ruins. Rome's ancient history, once the life of so many a historian, was that of dominance, failure and reinvention. Just like the city of old, the Roman capital had fallen to civil war shortly before the Third World War. Rebellion ravaged Italy's capital, with it's citizens taking a stand against their complacent government. Although Italy's political superiors refused to partake in the World War, they knew they would not be safe for long.