Italy Romano Novels & Stories

The tattooed man said to her looking nonchalant as he drove with his other hand. Allison was lost,properly what does he mean?She remembered how number 10 usually speaks to Mr Tristian. “Please Master, let me go I have learnt my lesson” Allison said with watery eyes. The man smiled. “You're a fast learner,I like it,” he said with a smile. “My name is Romario Ndrangheta but you only refer to me as Master or Sir, because I own you”. Romario said in a thick and rich Italian accent.

"Sounds like quite a pedigree. So what happened?" Sterling's expression darkened. "Well, that's where your grandfather, Leonardo Romano, comes into the picture. He sought the hand of Cortex's sister in marriage, but she refused him. Leonardo, being the proud and dominant don that he was, could not let such disgrace go unpunished." James's eyes widened. "What?", he lets out a loud laughter, at how obscure the Romano founder request was. "By that time wouldn't that man had been like what......70....80 years old?."

Dante, leaning casually against the bar, tapped his fingers rhythmically, though Isabella knew better—he was calculating the best moment to strike. Romano smirked, sipping his drink slowly, as if he held all the cards. "You thought you won, Isabella," he said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "You thought killing Marcella meant the empire was gone. But power doesn't just disappear—it shifts." Isabella’s fingers curled into fists. “And let me guess, you think it shifted to you?” Romano chuckled. "Oh, I don't think. I know." Leo took a step forward. "You're outnumbered, Romano. If you think you can just walk away from this, you're mistaken."

By business, I mean, illegal one. The country doesn’t know, but I do. Because our fathers are friends, or we can say benefactors. Where Ralph Romano pulls the arrow, Lorenzo Bianchi makes sure it hits the target. I’ve met him quite a few times, and let me tell, where Massimo got his genes from.

Ezra Romano Ezra Romano is the most vicious man known, every Alpha pack knows him and his crucial way of dealing with his enemies, that's why most people want to be on his good side, even with his vicious attitude, he stands on loyalty, honor, and respect, girls throw their selves on him, married women ogling their eyes on him, but he doesn't give them his time or attention.

“Roman doesn’t think much of me, so he doesn’t always notice when I’m around.” “Why doesn’t he think much of you?” I asked, trying not to seem as desperate for his touch as I was. Domenico was the leader, and every man in that space gave him respect and didn’t question any order he gave. The way he interacted with Roman, their shaded words and tense atmosphere. There was history there. “Because he is the son of Giovanni and Renata Ferrante, and he believes that makes him above everyone else. Like I said, I heard the whispers, the plans they had for you. I wasn’t going to touch you, but as they were talking, you began to change.”

Don Russo wasn’t as foolish as I thought he was. I wasn’t in Sicily. I was in Rome. At least that was what the numerous signs I passed said. A loud grumble filled my ears, and it did not take long for me to realize that it was from my stomach. I was so hungry. It felt like I had lost sensation in my legs because before I knew it, my ass was meeting the wet pavement, my back made contact with the wall behind me, and I stared at the road ahead. I had only one good eye, and even with the rain washing away the blood on my body, my vision was still tinted with red.

I noticed his eyes were hazel and he had a button nose. “Are you alright, Miss?” he asked in concern. I nod my head, still rubbing my forehead. “I’m so sorry. I was in a hurry.” the Italian guy, I believe from his accent, reasoned. “Don’t be. I should have been aware as well.” I smiled awkwardly. From his attire, I presume he’s one of Logan’s business partners who came to attend the meeting. “I’m Elijah Romano.” he introduced, extending his hand.

" 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 ."

“I wish we can, but if someone saw both of us together, it would be bad. Remember that I’m your brother’s girlfriend in front of others.” Roman scowled, remembering what happened after the fire. He had been wanting to punch his brother for his recklessness. It wasn’t only because of jealousy, but he cared for Carmen. The poor woman was stuck in his brother’s useless game. Was he not thinking straight after half the company was burned down or was it that he made that decision with his full mind? Everyone knew it wasn’t a big problem for the Romano’s to buy a new and even better building than that one. One building won’t even do much harm to their job. They already have companies all around.