Odio Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

"Isn’t this the mighty Damien Santos? Or should I say El Diablo." Before I could speak Rio beat me to it. "Did you really think you could sneak into my house, ruin my brother’s birthday party, and walk away without consequence?" I tilted my head slightly. "Ruin?" I said. "I don’t recall ruining anything." Rio’s younger brother, Edwardo, stepped forward, his face filled with rage. "You killed our cousin and her boyfriend!" he spat. A bitter laugh escaped me. I leaned against the wall casually, as though this was a friendly conversation.

“I belong only to you, because you’re the man who drives me crazy, who I can’t get enough of, who takes me up to the damn clouds... you have no idea how much I’m into you... Lorenzo Greco...” I confessed in a whisper that died in my throat when that cruel, sinful mouth suddenly sealed over mine in a heated kiss, intense, burning, on fire...

“Is something wrong?” She glances at Enzo, stammering to say something. Enzo grabs her arm. “Who is Santiago, do I know this person?” She panted softly with her palm on her chest. “R-roberto, his Italian name is Roberto.” My heart drops, it feels like my ear is ringing as my heart raced in my chest. There’s no fucking way…..

Alejandro, one of my men, said to him from the side, before collecting the rest of the drugs. Seeing sweat starting to trickle from his forehead, Leo closed his eyes tightly. "Please it will never happen again Romano, forgive me" he said to me, begging while using his daughter like some type of shield as if that could stop me if I even decide to shoot him. Leonardo Del Rosa was really a pathetic man.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

There was an oriental music playing and she was surprised to know she was actually enjoying it. “Antonio,” a man called and waltzed his way towards them, he looked like he was in his mid forties and he had black missed with white hair and intelligent black eyes, he went straight to communicating in Spanish and since Ava was playing not to understand Spanish, she ignored them by looking around and admiring her vicinity.

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

He straightened slowly and turned to face the room, his chest rising and falling as he fought to steady himself. “I’m not getting weak,” he said lowly. “And I’m not letting a whore cloud my judgment.” His eyes moved from one face to the other. “In case any of you are forgetting, I am Rico De Romano. Capo of the Five Territories. Head of I Sette.” The words weren’t just for them. They sounded like a reminder to himself most of all. He spared Valentina a brief, cold look as she remained on the floor, still coughing. Then his gaze returned to Ezio and Sandro.

Rio asked, his eyes widening, as Levante studied him for a moment before responding. "Elena and Damon are victims of the DT-15 outbreak..." Levante began, and Rio's eyes widened further. "The drug?" Levante nodded. "As a scientist, I love to experiment, so I discovered DT-15. I call it 'The Super Drug.' It works wonders. Forget cocaine, marijuana, or any other drugs like that. DT-15 was a game-changer. If it had been produced on a large scale, Romano Pharmaceuticals would have been unbeatable in the world. But the drug's production faced an obstacle—Elena's father. He was a fervent opponent, and it cost him his life. May his soul rest in peace." Levante feigned a sorrowful expression. Rio ey