Italy Romano Novels & Stories

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

Thorton Gallardo POV Rome, Italy The city is built on a river, a mosaic of the old and the new. The centuries-old cobblestone streets are lined with modern lamp posts, and the exterior walls of buildings are painted in an array of muted beiges and pastels. On the surface, it’s a quaint riverside city. A perfect vacation spot for those who don’t mind the year-round cold. But I know the truth. Just below the surface, the capital city of Rome has a swarming, thriving criminal underbelly. It’s simply a matter of knowing where to look.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

At Tim Corporation, Paris 9:15 a.m. Rosaline’s P.O.V. I was stacking all the files neatly making sure there should not be any flaws. I was too excited for the meeting of our company with Romano Corporation. I am a huge fan of Antonio Romano. He has always been my role model. I love sports cars and the Romano Co. were the top manufacturers of cars like Porsche 911 and Porsche 718 Boxter. At such a young age, Antonio Romano has established his empire so well and productively​.

Dante continues, his hand moving carefully, his finger brushing lightly against Fernandez’s tiny hand. The baby’s fingers curl instinctively, gripping him. Dante stills, his breath catches slightly, like that small touch just did more to him than anything else ever has. “You won’t know fear the way we did,” he says, his voice rougher now. “You won’t wake up wondering who’s coming for you. You won’t have to fight to exist.” His grip tightens slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to anchor himself. “The name Romano…” he trails off for a second, then shakes his head slightly. “It meant something else before.”

he rasped. Lucia observed him for a moment. The Romanos weren't just gods in the business world but also when it came to romance. In the blink of an eye, she found herself yearning for him in his arms, foolishly and shamelessly. "I don't think getting to know you is a wise thing, Mr. Romano," she spoke against her own thoughts. Fool! She scolded herself. You want him. Just tell him. In that moment, Lucia silently prayed for Andrea to persist, promising herself that she would surrender completely.

Everyone and their uncles know that to have the Moscow Bratva owe you a favor is like having the key to heaven. The room falls quiet again. I can see the next name forming on their tongues before they even say it. Luca tries anyway. “Then… the Romanos?” I let the name hang in the air for a second, tasting it. Rafael Romano. That smug, prick from Italy. I remember him from the last summit; sharp suits, sharper smile, always acting like the underworld was a fucking boardroom. I’ve read the reports on his operation. Clean, ruthless. But never a coward.

She smiled, "It's his house, darling. Zavi has many houses all over the world, you just happened to meet him here." I shook my head, "Interesting, he's a very big business tycoon." She laughed. "You can say that. He's very wealthy, all Romano's are very wealthy." She pulls out a white chiffon dress and said, "You would look lovely in this. Try it," I smiled and collected it from her. "What do you mean by Romano?." I pulled off the dress that I wore to breakfast this morning. "He's a Romano. He's the second son of Mr. Loren Romano, the wealthiest man in Italy. He happens to take after his father so he manages the Romano empire."

The information on Matteo Romano arrived at noon. Ricci placed a thin folder on the study table with the careful manner of a man who understood that the contents were going to change the direction of the conversation. She opened it. Matteo Romano. Twenty four years old. Third year architecture student at the University of Bologna. Clean record. No known associations with anything connected to his father's world. An I*******m account full of buildings and coffee and the occasional photograph of friends that looked exactly like the life of a young man who had no idea what his father was.

The world did not yet know it, but Rome had begun to bleed. Far from the shadows of Dante Moretti’s empire and the ruins of the Marcello estate, a new storm was brewing—silent, patient, and deadly. In the vaulted crypt beneath Geneva, surrounded by sealed documents and codes older than the Council itself, the Romanos had returned from the grave. Not just to haunt. But to reign. Geneva – Council Vaults Giordano Romano moved like a man reborn, the years in hiding etched into the lines of his face, not with weakness, but with fury sharpened into resolve.