Nyotalia Romano Novels & Stories

What comes next? Roman tapped his tablet and leaned forward. While we were at Volkov's gala, I managed to intercept another message. "Nyasha" was mentioned several times. She is renowned in the criminal underworld as a top-tier mercenary broker and strategist. Elena said, looking through the files, "She's a ghost." "Just a reputation for being ten steps ahead of her enemies, no photos, no verified nationality." "Do we have a place?" Xander's tone was stern as he asked.

Something in that casual remark had hit a nerve. Ryan caught her observing, and for a moment, there was an understanding between them—unspoken, but sharp. The conversation drifted—politics, trade, charity events. Isabella barely listened. She found herself tracing the rim of her glass, feeling detached from the glittering spectacle before her. And then Ryan spoke again, this time directly to her. “Mrs. De Luca, I’ve heard much about your family’s investments in restoration projects. The Romano initiative in Naples, for instance. You have an eye for rebuilding what others abandon.”

Alessia’s POV The morning light in Berlin was gray and filtered through the thick layer of grime on the hotel window while Rafael sat hunched over his laptop at the small, wobbly desk, and the sound of his fast typing was the only thing filling the room because Matteo was still asleep and Lucien was busy cleaning his weapon for the third time since the sun came up. I stood by the door and watched the progress bar on Rafael’s screen slowly fill up while he tried to trace the encrypted server from the blueprints, and finally, he let out a long breath and turned the screen around so we could see a website for a place called Romano & Associates Investment Firm. It was located right in the middle

I can’t decide if I should make him breakfast, an extra-large coffee, or six shots of vodka, as he looks really exhausted like a tired pigeon. Ryan nods without giving me any attention while his hands' movement increases. He looks like Flash working with papers in a government bank. I leave him to do his work and walk towards my table. *Tring* "Hello?" I speak as I get seated in my chair. "Ethan! Hi, this is Rita. How are you?" A flirtatious, girlish voice comes from the phone. This bitch.

added Don Krauser. "Speaking of allies, I think it's time to get our other allies involved." said Tanya. "I'm talking about Rome Ulrich, Lily Cooper and Irin Oswald." Ethan's interest was piqued, "You know what? Let Latisha and I work with Rome. We can dig up some controversy about the Connors." Jonas chimed in, "Since I have a working partnership with Lily, I'll contact her to see how we can attack the Connors' real estate market."

It was going to be a perfect crime, and it was going to be perfect. Ryan pulled out his contacts, he found Nikolai’s contact information, he was unsure if he spoke English, he didn’t speak Russian. “Hello?” a man answered. Ryan took a breath. “This Nikolai?” “Speaking who’s this?” “Ryan DeMarco, Italian Mafia New York City.” “Ah, you’re the bastard that runs the rat hole in the states, what can I do for you?” he snapped. “I’m calling about your daughter Beth?” “I have no daughter Beth.” He snapped. “I had a daughter, but she is no longer.”

Then I typed back hastily. “Of course not.” I hit send before I could think about it. A lie, but an easy one. Because that version of my life didn’t exist anymore. Not to them. Not to me. A notification popped up on my screen. Another article on Leon Romano. I clicked on it impulsively. “Leon Romano, the wealthy heir to the powerful Romano business empire, is caught in a scandal after being connected to Natalie Smith, who was recently arrested for running a high-end drug trafficking network.

The vehicle had a sticker of the Casa Roma logo and a not for rent statement on the lower door frame. “Thanks Lio,” Ethan greeted as soon as they get on the car. The driver, Lio, was one of the most loyal worker of the Roma Family. For him serving the Roma was a privilege. He is already 53 and had already been Darrem's butler when the kid was just 7. Lio just nodded and watch the new faces on the head mirror. He stared at the lady on the glasses, and find her frame familiar, but didn't said anything about it.

he added. "I don't care! You just don't call me ever! Unless on our agreed date. Some people don't trust me yet. I cannot make any mistakes now," Elena said firmly. "Yeah, I understand, ma'am," Ryan said. "So?" Elena asked afterwards. "I think we might be able to bring them down this time," he said. Elena felt her heart leap in joy. Finally. "Go ahead. Mr. Romano has a sickness. One that no one knows, not even his own father," he started.

The plan was already taking shape in my mind, small, quiet things that could grow into something greater. Natalia wanted perfection. I’d give her ruin. And when Nolan came running to protect her, he’d remember who stood beside him before she ever came.