Romans & histoires Masih Banyak Jalan Menuju Roma

Rome, Italy ◆ LORENZIO ◆ "Boss, ETA's 15 minutes if we take the shortcut." Sitting behind the wheel and wearing a leather jacket, Lele glanced behind to regard me after switching gears. The road signs said we weren't too far from the airport. Olive trees and oleanders seemed to flourish in this part of the region. Lush greens and some old alders lined the roadsides. The drive had been smooth the past ten minutes. No road accidents or any other nuisances so far. We'd reach the airport earlier than Mykaela thought.

Emilio’s heart raced as he stepped onto the bustling streets of Rome, Italy. Another business trip, another opportunity to immerse himself in the rich culture and history of his homeland. Or where he grew up. As he navigated through the vibrant city, memories of his childhood flooded back, filling him with nostalgia. This has been his home since the cruise incident.

“I am Romano. I will take you to Luigi.” “Where is Luigi?” “In a bar,” Romano replied, clasping his hands together. “It will be odd and noticed if he is found walking the streets of Italy with women.” I frowned. How would that be odd? What was wrong with walking down the street with women? What the hell was going on? I shared a pensive look with Olivia and pressed my lips into a thin line. “Lead the way,” Romano led us down the road and while he did, my eyes counted the number of scrapers that surrounded Sole Dorado. If shit hit the fan and I had to make a quick move and get the hell out of Italy, I would choose to snip at the mafia lord.

Meanwhile, about a week and a half later, we received a letter from Eurydice. She wrote: "My loving Papa, I have safely arrived, and Rome is big and exciting! The buildings of the Roman Forum and the Imperial Palace are vast. Uncle Titus let me visit his library the first day I arrived. I was so happy to view all the great works of the Ancient Greek poets and philosophers. Of course, he has the writings of the Roman men throughout the century. The orations of Cicero, the sagas of Ovid, and so many others that I cannot remember all their names! I was given a tutor, a man, but he's not like my Jessa. Please convey how much I miss her, and I search for her litter every day! I'm not sad in Rome,

I shrugged, turning my face to the side to look at her"For me ,we can go anywhere honestly, it doesn't matter. But I want you to be the one to decide where you wanna go. Where you want us to go" "Well...."Anushka blushed as she shyly looked between me and her hands that were on her lap"I've always been fascinated about Rome for some reason...obviously I knew I would never go there but a girl could only wish" I smiled"So you want us to go to Rome?" "Yes, I would really love it if we could go there" "Nice choice...Anywhere else?"I asked "What do you mean?" "I mean, are there any other places you always wished to visit besides Rome?"

We had enough, and we sort of ran away. "Hana! Hana!" I looked up to find Kaguya calling my name.Yes? Is there something you need from me?" Kaguya rolled her eyes.Well, someone is not themselves today. For God sake, I called you out like eight times. We are on our way to lunch. Wanna come?" I smiled,"Sure." Takeo and Harutora caught up with us on our way to the cafeteria."What's up, you two? Had lunch yet?" Kaguya looked at them and said,Not yet. We were on our way. Care to join us?"

Isabella sighed frustratedly. "Oh no... I actually doesn't want to make Mateo wait me too long..." "Roman, do you know any other way?" she asks hopefully. "Yes, Miss Isabella. But the road there doesn't have enough streetlights," he answers, pointing out. "It's fine, Roman. What mportant is I can make it on time." As Isabella says this, Roman nodded and the car slowed, turning into an alley shortcut Tom claimed to know well. It was darker here, the city's glow barely reaching between the narrow walls.

"My men are always at your service, little brother." After Damon left and Derinem returned from escorting him to the door, Luca sat on the table, playing it cool. "I don't think taking Rome is a good idea. Sicily and Calabria are stressful enough." Derinem had a crooked smile on his face. "Haven't you heard that the more, the better?" He pushed his hand into his jogger's pocket, "You might run Rome; who knows?" Luca growled in frustration, "Fuck Rome! I don't want Rome; this feels too dangerous."

The flight to Rome had been long, but Mason arrived with little time to rest. He moved quickly through the crowded streets, blending easily into the rhythm of the city. Rome was alive with energy, its ancient walls carrying whispers of history, but Mason’s focus was fixed only on one person: Sofia Rinaldi. She was the second name on Claudia’s list, and if she aligned with Claudia, the damage could ripple through both boardrooms and headlines.