Novel & Cerita Nyotalia Romano

I’d found out everything I needed to know within just a matter of a few minutes. She didn’t just have anybody’s help. She had the help of Adrian Romano. That sly motherfucker… That shady motherfucker. The Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia.

Nico looked at me, clearly ready to discuss something important. “How’s everything today?” Nico asked as he took a seat across from me. He didn’t wait for me to answer before continuing. “There’s someone who wants to meet you.” I raised an eyebrow. “Who?” “A mafia lord from the South. His name is Salvatore Romano. He’s one of Dante’s closest allies.” Nico’s voice was guarded, like he wasn’t sure how I would respond. I leaned back in my chair and thought for a moment. The mention of Salvatore Romano made me uneasy. Dante had mentioned him in a few emails I had gone through just last night, alongside the names of his closest allies. But why was he contacting me now?

She would be Romano through and through—strong enough to build kingdoms and smart enough to never give them away for a silly dream. The girl who signed those divorce papers while she was in pain and felt defeated was gone forever. Now, there was someone that Elena would recognize, someone that the world would fear and respect. Izabela Romano was coming home. And God help anyone who got in her way.

Alessio was again surprised by this woman. "Yes, Talia. She is a corn snake. Tiny little thing but a menace nevertheless." Natalia held up her finger where the imprints of tiny fangs were evident. "And there's nothing much else to talk about me, so please, go ahead and introduce yourself." "I am Alessio Luca Gretto." Natalia's eyes widened when she heard his accent for the first time. And Andria was right! His accent melted onto her very skin like warm honey. "I am thirty. I am a geek, you could say. I just got my latest masters. I have four masters in different areas of automobile engineering."

He said in between his teeth. Within a few seconds, Roman reached their table. This close, he was even more devastating, he had sharp cheekbones and full lips. “You’re the one from the combat exams,” Roman said, his voice low and warm. “The one who couldn’t hold a sword properly.” “Hmm.” Dyleon shifted beside him, whispering in his ear,”Lys, have you guys met before?” “Not really.” Lysan said, his expression flat. Roman extended his hand towards Dyleon, “I'm Roman Da'Luka.”

The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating. "I said Damon!" I said aloud, triggered by Nyx's suggestion to get rid of the powerful liar, for the safety of my babies, even if that means returning to the wolf that broke me. "He is my... my only link to the pack! I need his help! You can't just barge in here and claim me!" He stepped closer, slow and threatening, his eyes never leaving Caesar's. "You will forget that Omega's name. You belong to me, and our sons are of my bloodline. The only pack you need to worry about is the one I lead."

Chapter 190 Selene rode through the dark carrying an unconscious Lydia. She found Kael and Lena waiting at the edge of a scrubline. No one said anything when Selene handed Lydia over. She let Kael wrap Lydia in a blanket. Caius wasn't with them. Romano flicked his cigarette away without looking at it. “He held them back,” he said. “Bought us time.” Selene's jaw tightened. “Where is he?” Romano shook his head slowly. “Last I saw, he was in the lab. Cutting his way through a lot of men. I didn't—” He stopped.

Left nothing but bone for the world to remember them by. And that’s exactly what he planned to do again. He sat in the shadows of a dimly lit warehouse, watching the live feed flicker across the monitors. Faces, locations, encrypted chatter on dark web networks, and flashing alerts, all stemming from one thing. A girl. Her image had gone viral through underground channels within hours, Catalina’s last parting gift. Emilia Romano. He said the name aloud once, quietly. Like tasting old blood in his mouth. She was with Lucien Moretti now. The only man bold, or mad, enough to take what wasn’t his and make it untouchable.

She stopped suddenly as her phone rang. She took a deep breath before answering—it was her private investigator. "Yes? What did you find out this time?" "This is about why Sir Dylan Romano became a womanizer, Madam." She swallowed hard. "His ex-girlfriend hurt him before, which is why he became a player. Her name is Yanna, Madam." "A-And where is she now?" "She’s in Ilocos, Madam. They haven’t seen each other since." She nodded repeatedly. "Good."

Everyone and their uncles know that to have the Moscow Bratva owe you a favor is like having the key to heaven. The room falls quiet again. I can see the next name forming on their tongues before they even say it. Luca tries anyway. “Then… the Romanos?” I let the name hang in the air for a second, tasting it. Rafael Romano. That smug, prick from Italy. I remember him from the last summit; sharp suits, sharper smile, always acting like the underworld was a fucking boardroom. I’ve read the reports on his operation. Clean, ruthless. But never a coward.