Italy Romano Novels & Stories

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.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes sharp and calculating. “The Romano family made me an offer I cannot refuse. You’re to marry Adriano Romano.” For a moment, the words didn’t make sense. Adriano Romano? My stomach twisted violently. His name was enough to send shivers racing down my spine. Everyone had heard of him. The youngest mafia don, a man whose empire stretched across cities. Ruthless. Untouchable. They said he built his throne on blood and fear, and that those who dared cross him vanished without a trace.

“I’ll prove they’re not above the law.” Jamie chuckled dryly, a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “Seen too many lose, kid. Be careful among the Romano, who’s friend or foe is a gamble. They speak violence over words, and are brazen in business.” Alex sighed. “I’m looking for info on the Romanos. Anything you know?”

Vincent said in a low tone. "I'm not part of your world," was the only thing I could say, and I said it with a touch of defiance. Ricci smiled, but we both knew it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Perhaps not by choice, but you're in it now. And you should know that Dante Romano isn't the man you think he is,” he added. "And you are?" "I'm exactly what I appear to be," he replied. "A businessman with certain specialized interests. But Romano? He's unpredictable. Volatile, even." He slid a small package across the table. "When Romano shows his true colors—and he will—call me."

The vehicle had a sticker of the Casa Roma logo and a not for rent statement on the lower door frame. “Thanks Lio,” Ethan greeted as soon as they get on the car. The driver, Lio, was one of the most loyal worker of the Roma Family. For him serving the Roma was a privilege. He is already 53 and had already been Darrem's butler when the kid was just 7. Lio just nodded and watch the new faces on the head mirror. He stared at the lady on the glasses, and find her frame familiar, but didn't said anything about it.

A shelf of documents and papers stood at one corner, a drink bar at the other, and a large table towards the end of the wall. “Alessio Verrilli, welcome to my den.” Romano welcomed him and he walked into his office. Romano was thirty three years old and had ascended the seat after the death of his father six years ago. He was very ruthless and cold hearted. He was yet to be married but was known in the entire city for his fuckboy attitude.

Chapter 205: The Bullet in the Morning The Romano jet touched down just as the sun began rising over the runway. Soft orange light stretched across the horizon, but the calm morning did nothing to ease the tension inside the aircraft. Valentino Romano had just returned from Adrian Moretti’s territory. His wife was safe. But his empire was no longer secure. The council had suspended his authority. Which meant every rival, traitor, and opportunist in the underground world would now see him as vulnerable.

The sharp buzz cut through the silence. He glanced down at the screen. Rico. Romano frowned slightly before answering. “Yes.” On the other end, Rico’s voice came low and urgent. “Romano, listen carefully.” Romano leaned back slightly in his seat. “What happened?” “We just got word from one of our men near Lorenzo’s territory.”