Leonardo Dicaprio Romeo Novels & Stories

The three brothers are Romeo, Niccolo, and Nero Amoretti. Romeo is the scary one from what I saw online. He has no socials and has been to prison eight times. Eight times since he was fourteen. He’s basically bad news. Nero is a player, apparently. Sleeps with A-class alpha females only. Which sucks for me, but I’m hopeful. He’s the primal ethics teacher.

“Here comes the prey.” The corners of my lips tilted up as I saw the black Rolls-Royce pull up to the red carpet. And then I saw him coming out of his car in a tailored suit that fit him like a glove, accentuating all the hard muscles and that slim waist. Him…the man who was called the Lion of the Empire…the man who was responsible for my misery…Leonardo D’Angelo. The head of the Costa Nostra, the Capo de Capi… the most ruthless man in New York.

“Yes, I will.” “That was so touching that I almost shed a tear,” Leonardo’s voice came from up the stairs. We both looked up at the same time to see him stepping down, now fully dressed, but his hair was still a mess, just packed into a messy bun. “While you Romeo and Juliet were busy confessing your undying love for each other, I was busy saving a life.” “How is she?” Richard was the one who asked, and Leonardo just gave him an irritated look like he hadn't expected him to speak.

I squeezed them tightly, grateful for the anchor he provided in that storm of a room. Leonard’s voice rang out again, addressing the court with controlled precision. “Your Honor, we would now like to call our final witness.” His gaze shifted, and then he spoke the name. “Romeo.” There was a subtle stir at the back of the courtroom as a large figure rose to his feet. It was only then that people seemed to truly notice him, despite the fact he had been sitting there the entire time. And as he stepped forward, his face was hard, his expression unreadable. There was something about the way he moved that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. He was terrifying.

Who does he think he is? "I hate it," he began in a dead tone, "when you raise your voice and swear. I don't want to repeat myself, Nastassia." My jaw dropped to the floor, "excuse me? Who here just found out that they're engaged to their Godfather? Who here just found out that that they're getting married to some fuc-!" I let out a shocked gasp for air as Octavious suddenly wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my body to his with such speed and strength, that in a millisecond my face was a half inch from his as he gave me a sharp look.

“And all for what? To prove a point? To make a mess I now have to clean? Amazed that I cannot find myself trying to understand how I would be able to control now that you are making this mess. How am I going to be able to claim my right to stand by his side?” He laughed, an amused, mocking sound that scraped at the inside of my ears. “Oh, Lysandra,” he drawled. “I didn’t get shot because I was reckless. I got shot because Damon Lockwood is exactly what I said he was, hotheaded, impulsive, and easily manipulated when the right string is pulled. That woman is one that I need to control, the one that I need to eliminate because you have failed to do so by pushing your own way to what was right.

I place Emilia down gently in her crib, trying not to wake her up, and step out of the room, leaving the door slightly a jar. "Where's Mario?" I question straddling Alessandro's lap and playing with his hair. "Watching TV," He answers, grabbing my ass in his hands; he then flips me over so he's on top of me. "We shouldn't" I breathe "Ian and Lynn will be here any minute" "I'll make it quick," Alessandro whispers before crashing his lips into mine. I moan into his mouth, and my hands find their way to his belt and unbuckle it as fast as I can with just my three fingers.

Romeo's deep voice pulls at my attention, and I don't restrain my eyes from searching for him. The way my heart stirs excitedly as I behold his gorgeous face can't even be overemphasized, and soon enough, the boredom is long forgotten for another while. He is spotting dark blue pants paired with a white dress shirt. Two or three of his upper buttons are subtly popped open to give a little peek of the dragon tattoo that crawls up his chest and disappears behind his neck. His onyx hair is polished and styled into a perfect tousle, jaws in a sharp line, while his full lips shimmer under the gentle ray of the blue light from his iMac. It takes everything not to slither over the long table right

This man has tried enough over the last four years and like always Leonardo will put the ball on the court. “Oh, I was just happy about something, I just wanted to celebrate with my son,” Alessandro said and a smirk fluttered on his face, but Leonardo’s hand stiffen and he put the glass back. “Don’t you think you are losing your charm? I thought Alessandro Rossi who was one terror of Italy, anyone would think twice before dealing with him had something better in his sleeves than this.” Leo had a frown, but the sharpness in his words didn’t lessen a bit.

“I don’t know. I don’t know when Leo will return or where he is. He does not know he is my child, despite taking that bitch Anne’s name. We will have to be very careful when dealing with him. Besides, he is Lester’s son, so unlike Lydia, he might have some affection for Lester. We can’t be rash. We have waited so many years - a few more months is not a big deal. We can’t ruin our plans due to impatience.” Rose was always the more composed of the two. Romeo nodded, “Fine! But make sure to send money to me regularly. I don’t have anything on me.” Rose wanted to snap but chose to eat her words, merely nodding her head. Romeo liked her submissive side of her and diverted the topic. “Now that we