Italy Romano Novels & Stories

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 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.

Vincenzo asked looking right in my eyes “huh?” “In the beginning if Roman told you who he really was back in London, would you have walked away?” he asked “I…I don’t know” I admitted. “I know I’ve blown any shot I ever had with you Luna but Romano, he honestly thought he was doing the best he could to keep you safe. He really cares for you and will love this baby unconditionally, don’t throw that away just because of who he is. This isn’t the movies, the mafia isn’t all about violence and drugs, just so happens you met us at the wrong time.” he said as he laughed a little.

Nobody would be stupid enough to try anything here unless they are willing to sacrifice their lives. Vincenzo stands, a tall, imposing man around my age, his hair completely gray, his eyes just as calculating as Paolo’s. He’s on the leaner side, giving him a hungry look, which is fitting. The Romanos have wanted to take what we’ve built for a long time. “Dario,” he says, smiling and offering his hands. “Vinnie,” I reply, pretending we’re best buddies as we shake. “I hope the traffic wasn’t too bad.”

Roman says with a death glare in his eyes as he gets up from his chair, holding his hand out for me, keeping up the facade of being the perfect gentleman. “Please don't hurt Ryan.” I say with tears in my eyes. “When I'm done with you princess, you would wish I had taken out my anger on Ryan.” Roman says with a determined crazed look in his eyes.

"I know right! Some people just don't know facts! I mean Latin is a language that originated in ancient latium, which is west-central Italy. Italians are the closest to the original Latins--" "Romans, right?" Beth snapped her fingers and spread open her palms. "Corretta! Now, you see..." After giving her a full course on the origin of Italians and the word, the now good friends went on to talk about Imogen's husband, Uilliam, and how his company had transferred him to the US, their beer house back in a small village in Ireland, Beth's life, Brandon and her reason for leaving, and what she was going to be doing in Ireland.

She didn’t know what was worse, crying over it thanks to the pregnancy hormones that were driving her insane, or having the Italian look at her like a crying little girl. “So what? What are we waiting to go? Look I’ve already cancelled my meeting for you. The least you can do is let me give you a ride.” “Don’t mess with my head sir,” Melody couldn’t remember what the hell the driver/assistant had called him when he arrived. A name like díaneto or ganetto. The little bell on the door rang and Doyle walked in through it. “Melody, what the hell is...?” Doyle let the question hang in the air as his gaze fell on the Italian, Melody watched as his expression changed from confusion and concern to p

my eyes couldn't comprehend what am presently seeing I raised my hand to cover my mouth as it opened in shock, and then i leaned in closer with wide eyes. No wonder he had looked familiar and real sexy too bad he's the Playboy type. He's a fucking Romano Of the infamous Romano family. I felt a chill roll over me and my mind begin to race. Wow he really came from a deep real old money. Their family's name is so well-known around the city I wonder why I didn't really remember. In fact, there family is famous around the world. I clicked on an article and opened it wide; he even had his own Wikipedia page, and the photograph in the top left corner was one of him bleary eyed and drunk, staggering

A lanky man who looked to be in his late forties stood behind us, dressed in a rather sleek Italian suit. “Men do love their suits in this country, don't they?” I mumbled, and Olivia nodded. “It's like seeing a suit epidemic or something.” Luigi frowned at our whispering, cleared his throat and drew closer. “Miss Natasha and Olivia?” “In the flesh,” I responded. “Great, come with me.” “Who are you?” Olivia demanded. Neither of us had seen Luigi. We couldn't assume this was him. The man bowed slightly before replying. “I am Romano. I will take you to Luigi.”

I have already gone through all that was to know about him. Dante Romano, twenty-seven-year-old single father who owns a high-end nightclub by the name Eclipse Lounge. Not only that, he has another business. A popular Restaurant in the state and a branch in Singapore. He's a man that travels around a lot. There wasn't much information about his personal life apart from him being a single father and a sex maniac. There was no other information beyond that.