Novel & Cerita Italy Romano

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.

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.”

He was definitely my kind of man. The Romano empire crumbled over the last three years while mine flourished, but that fucker still managed to build it back up. I have no idea how he came up with the capital. Nobody would finance him, knowing my stance on it. But he got his dirty paws on some capital and got his returns through flesh selling. I hated that man’s guts. Cassio and I suspected it might be Benito, but that bastard was a stingy motherfucker and wasn’t into giving loans. More like he would have taken the shipments of women for himself.

I rose to my feet, grabbed a bottle of water, drained it in one gulp, then collapsed back on the couch, drifting through my socials. My lips curved faintly at one of the clips, but I scrolled past. I was just a finger away from moving on when I swiped back. “The Romano’s Empire is hiring!” The announcement blazed across the screen, making my heart stumble like a startled bird. Who didn’t know the name Romano? Trust me, this wasn’t my first time in Italy, and I understood how powerful certain family names echoed through the corridors of the country, such that the name Romano alone was enough to keep everyone on edge.

The only thing keeping her standing was the sheep's curiosity about what kind of relationship they had, for her to be at his private villa so early in the morning, and her use of such a nickname to refer to him. She’d expected to watch from the sidelines, but what she didn’t expect was for him to walk towards her. “Good morning, Ember. Did you sleep well” She was glad to know that from the shocked expression on Isabella’s face, she hadn’t just hallucinated. Roman stood as impeccably handsome as usual, he was dressed in a suit, which Aria assumed meant he would leave for work. The way the word " ember " rolled off his tongue was so sensual. It was as though he gave it its own meaning.

The flight to Italy had been a blur of restless thoughts and half-formed memories. Roman hadn’t slept; he hadn’t even bothered with the food or the drinks the attendants offered. Every minute that passed only drew him closer to a man he had spent years hating, a man whose name had been a curse in his household.