Italy Romano Novels & Stories

The one man who was reckless enough to stand right by my side who was dangerous enough to keep the Vescari out of my way. “Dante Romano.” The name fell like a loaded gun. The room erupted. My uncles swore. Someone spat wine at the tablecloth. Dante Romano—the child of our oldest competitors, the boy who had snatched every trophy from me in school, the man who had become a cruel shark in the boardroom and back alleys. Our families had been at each other’s throats for decades.

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.”

Weird how I was just thinking about him and then he showed up. "Oh mia cara sorella! Mi sei mancata, il tuo ultimo messaggio però è stato abbastanza scortese!” He started speaking Italian and my knowledge of the language was just down to 'ciao'. ["Oh my dear sister! I missed you, but your last message was quite rude."] ["Luciano, stai zitto e vai a casa. Non me ne frega un cazzo"] ["Luciano, shut up and go home. I really do not give a shit ."]

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.

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.

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

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