Italy Romano Novels & Stories

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m talking about Diablo Romano, king of the Italian mafia. Who knows what his real name even is? He’s probably changed it so many times he’s forgotten. That’s the kind of man he is. He switches names, faces, wives, and lives. You think the Godfather was bad? This guy makes him look like a saint.” “You’re lying,” I say, but my voice sounds smaller than I want it to.

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?."

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.

“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.

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.

“Irish, please forgive me after all the mistakes I've been done, I feel so stupid.” “No, I can't Romano.” Romano was looking at her with such adoration that even the sight of it hurt. He had come to Italy from his home country, and she had found him there. She didn't understand why he was here or what he wanted, but she welcomed him, she needed people like him. “I will never be able to thank you enough for taking me to Romano. I hope I can repay you one day, but right now, I only want to take care of you.”