Italy Romano Novels & Stories

she said, proud that her voice came out steady. Dante Valentino smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "I know, Ms. Romano." His voice was deep, cultured, with the faintest hint of an Italian accent. "That's exactly why I'm here.”

I rolled my eyes. Stefan stalked closer, wearing his casual jeans, hoodie, and an obnoxiously expensive pair of Valentino Garavani sneakers. "Happy 18th! You can now legally do stupid things," he told me, kissing a cheek. "You mean, following your footsteps?" "Bingo!" He winked and fished out a dark blue, long rectangular box out of his pocket. "Courtesy of mama." Mrs. Romano was a remarkable woman I had the pleasure to acquaint. She was as fierce as she was compassionate. When they say that: Behind every successful man is a woman—the statement speaks for itself when it justifies Alessandro Romano himself.

She swallowed hard, realizing Fabian was connected to a syndicate—not just connected, but his family actually led one and were feared because of it. The Romanos ruled the Italian syndicate groups. Among all the syndicates, the Romano family was the most respected and feared by everyone. They had wide-reaching connections—from wealthy businessmen, influential politicians, to high-ranking officials. That’s why they were rarely caught, and most people were too scared to mess with them. Don Luca Romano’s reign was known as the most powerful and successful leadership in the Italian drug ring. He was calm and collected but ruthless to traitors and spies. He was also very secretive, which made him

“ It has been a long month, hasn’t it? “He asked. People nodded their heads and started murmuring. The last time we had a meeting, the Russians were a threat but as we spoke, they were a thing of the past. “ I want to begin by saying thank you to my beautiful wife for coming up with the grand plan of riding us off the Russians. Her mind, like Romano likes to say, is a gold mine that we need to keep mining. “ Most of them were shocked by the mention of Don Romano. It was no secret that the dons of Italy were divided. Long ago they were united but as the centuries went by, they became divided.

Romano raised his head fearfully at me, peeing on his pants already. "Capo dei capi." He was about pleading for forgiveness. "You dare tell my father about me huh?" I asked rhetorically walking to the socket already. "Well thank you. I finally have a reason to get you out of the way." I spoke in Italian, having a plan that after I got rid of Romano, I'd start building my foundation outside Europe and I would go to any length to make all government officers in Italy be under my feet. "Don Sullivan..." Romano started begging me.

Matteo's POV The Romano estate sat at the edge of the hills overlooking the city like a wall built for monsters. It had massive gates and stone walls—armed men at every corner. And nobody visited the Romanos unless invited. Nobody called emergency meetings between mafia families unless blood had already been spilled. My car rolled slowly through the gates just past midnight. The street lights glowed faintly below us while cold rain started tapping softly against the windows. Beside me, Dante adjusted the cuff of his black coat.

Then Romano turned toward her, offering a small, apologetic smile as he extended a hand. "I’m Romano, Katrina’s cousin. Not by blood—her mom married my uncle, but we grew up close. She was always the bossy one." Romano was the typical Italian guy with the accent, the hair cut, frizzy hair falling over his forehead, thick brows and a beautifully cut face. He had soft eyes she wasn't sure what colour they were under the light, contrasting against Katrina’s mischievious ones. His smile tugged wider, but didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You must be Ella. The infamous wife." Ella shook his hand gently, offering a small nod. "That’s me. The... infamy."

Romero shouted in shock. "He has the Romano's branding," I said to him. The Romano's one of the most ruthless mafias in Italy. They used to enjoy the luxury of being above everyone else until they decided to mess with me. They no longer hold the same power that they used to but they remain to be a threat. "What do you mean he has the Romano's branding? Dr. Silvano said she didn't find anything." Romero said, confused. "It was a scar, it looked like it was branded on him since he was a child. It was a scar that they used to brand their heirs." I said to Romero.

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

"Get out of the fucking car." Romano glared at us both. "You can’t be serious! Are you kicking me out into the middle of nowhere because of this beautiful demon?" He gestured wildly. "We both know this is my first time in Italy, I don’t speak the language, and I don’t have any money. You dragged me here for this whore!"