Nate Romanowski Novels & Stories

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

"You're going to have to be more specific." Of course. I huffed. "Don't play coy with me. The business. The real reason you're all here. What does he do, Nathan?" He leaned back, and looked at me as if he has no idea what I was talking about. "It's not something I can explain." That irritated me more than I cared to admit. Roman always knew how to wrap people around his finger, bend them just enough to make them loyal, make them obedient. I hated that I didn't know what exactly I'd walked into. That I was the only one left in the dark.

Oliver Breakfast was over all too quickly. I had already forgotten most of the names of the pack members who were introduced to me, most of whom were warriors or farmhands who report to Ryan. He wasn’t there this morning, but we were told he was already out working. We got up and walked to Narissa’s office with her leading the way. Sophia and Sam stood up to join us. Before we could enter the office, I stop suddenly, causing them to slam into me accidentally.

Romeo was well aware of the rift between Serranos, and he left no chance to jab at it, subtly, but with precision. "He is," Nate replied curtly. "Of course," Romeo responded with a nod, his eyes glinting with barely concealed malice. Nate gestured for him to sit down. Romeo took the chair across from him. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked, the crafty curve of his mouth tempting Nate to knock it off his face. "My spies have told me something very interesting about the trinity crown," Nate began and paused, his eyes sharp and calculating as they watched him. Romeo's smile faltered for a brief moment, confirming his doubt.

The billionaire definitely did not like the look on his assistant's face when he stared up at him, Wilson slowly nodded. “Natalia Hayes is the unnamed partner.” Disgust filled Romero, he had tried to keep his emotions in check but now, he just couldn't, “Interesting,” He mimicked her words in pure disdain, Natalia stared at him, “So much for being high and mighty to use such cheap tricks to get to me. How low.” Natalia recoiled, “Big boy. You know you won't –” “It's Mr Kingsley to you.” Romero cuts in, his voice professional.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but my mom doesn’t need any further stress. She just lost her husband. So, I will ask one more time, who is this?” “My name is Nathaniel. I-,” he cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “I know who you are, Nathaniel. Why are you just now calling?” he growled. “I’m sorry, but I really am just calling to check in on Dominique. I don’t mean to cause any trouble.” “She’s at Dad’s grave on the pack lands. As much as I don’t like it, I know mom would probably like to see you. So I will tell my wolves to stand down and let you pass.”

But I force the panic down and focus on my salad, waiting for him to speak. As time goes on, it's clear he has no intention of breaking the silence. Every five minutes or so, his phone will buzz on the table, and occasionally he'll pick it up and respond to whatever messages or emails have popped up on his screen. For a few minutes, I'd almost managed to forget how big of a deal this guy is - and that his work doesn't end on the weekends. Roman Everet wasn't born to riches. He has a reputation for being ruthless, for working around the clock to build what is quickly becoming an empire. And yet he's sitting here at lunch with me, trying to teach me how to flirt like a normal human being. I gu

Ridley asked, giving him a skeptical look. Nat scratched his head. “Yeah” he said inarguably. She nodded and sipped her drink slowly. The other guys, Marcus and Peter had moved closer to hear the conversation, now that it looked like they were making moves. Peter, taking a long gulp of his beer, turned to Nat and whispered, “Sexy bird, huh?” “She’s the boss here, actually.” “Damn. That makes it even sexier,” Peter slurred. Nat laughed, his mood was now lightened. “Her dad owns this place,” said Marcus. She’s Russian. My name's Ridley Kentawski.”

That's all it takes before the two men both visibly relax, not to a point they trust each other, but enough that the guys standing behind the motorcycle club leader shuffle in our direction and take up spots at one picnic table the furthest away from the others. Nate makes his way back to me before I follow Tabitha into the house to get more dishes, and I pull on his arm to get his attention. "What's all that about?" He smiles. "I'm also a good negotiator. Part of the training." And that's all he says before he laughs, patting Ridge on the back, and takes Emma over to talk to one of the guys in the motorcycle club with the name Ripper on his chest. ...

“Well, great. We can put landscaping on our list of services on the website. Maybe you can start mowing lawns, too. Can I go back to bed?” “That’s beneath the dignity of a pack leader’s mate. But we should hire Luke out to mow lawns without a shirt on.” Ian’s sidekick Luke, a mountain of a werewolf with very little to say, had a jaw-dropping set of pecs and abs. Nate stopped, turning his head to stare at me. “That’s actually — I’ll put that on the website too. I think the property taxes are past due.”