Odio Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

I’m staring at the photo on the screen. I would be lying if I said he didn’t cross my mind in the past month but I started to forget what he looked like. Now the memories flood back in. His face is unsmiling here but he still looks handsome. I read the news crawl. He’s Diego Santoro, millionaire businessman. I’ve heard that name before, wealthy beyond imagination and rumored to be part of the mafia. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

“Turn off the television.” Rohan’s voice cut through the morning air in the penthouse living room, but Ava didn’t move from where she sat curled on the sofa. Her eyes remained fixed on the news anchor whose perfectly styled hair and grave expression delivered words that felt like physical blows. “—confirmed reports of a coordinated assault on what sources describe as an underground criminal organization. While official details remain scarce, anonymous sources suggest that Dario Santos, alleged head of the city’s most powerful crime family, was killed during the violent confrontation—”

But he just stepped closer, extending his hand again. "I'm Roberto." "Roberto el Demonio Cárdenas."

Santo only nodded his head, and Russo opened it. "ha un aspetto familiare? " Santo asked, and for a brief moment, Russo confident facade slipped off to a nervous one, but then it returned swiftly ("Does he look familiar?") "No," Russo replied bluntly.. Rico scoffed from where he stood, throwing daggers at Russo.. "Funny.. I remember him being one of your men, " Santo said, glancing at three of Russo's men that were standing behind him. None of them could meet Santo's eyes "does Tiago sound familiar?"

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

I argued. "Hey. No. We are not gonna argue that. Okay. You, Ferdinand and I would go down to the airport to catch our flight now, and we won't let what Romeo said to affect us. Okay. It's too early for an argument." He said, dismissing the whole issue. "Who's Romeo?" I asked, because i can't imagine Leonardo giving him the nickname. "That's his name. Romeo Sebastiano. Pablo is a nick name." He answered. "Wow. Nice name for a bastard. I can't imagine being in the same room with him, he pisses me off so bad." I commented.

Roman’s tone came off with mixed signals, he sounded confused and shocked at the same time “Hell yeahhh I did, great for you to be locking lips in the middle of a crisis. Romeo and Juliet” Lucas teased further “Lucas please, just-just stop. It happened one time and i…”Lucas cut him off again “And it would happen again. I’m not stupid; I can sense the tension and connection between you two. She’s your mate roman, your other half. Not that it’s any of my business, do whatever you can but come home or else if you transform and start tearing people apart then I’m silver gunning your ass down” He threatened

Fear pulses through me, and I know I’m being silly because I have no reason to fear the person that the voice belongs to. I turn around slowly, preparing myself for another headache to hit, but nothing comes when I look at the person behind me. He’s an older man; dark hair with streaks of gray and what I’ve come to learn are Leonetti eyes. “You must be Cezar,” I say and watch as surprise flickers across his features. “You remember me?” I shake my head. “Nero told me about you when I asked him who all lives here,” I explain. “He mentioned his siblings and an uncle. I know he’s the eldest of his siblings, so you can only be Cezar.”

Celestina stalked towards me closer and whispered with glee into my ears. " Yes...that's right...That tongue belonged to Nico's first son.I just wonder what Nico has to say to that" My breath seized as Milo inserted. " You don't know Nero De Santoro.He isn't called the Mafia God for nothing.If he couldn't get to Nico,he figured he have to do it through Robert,his twenty year old first son." I was suddenly cold all over and I was shaking.God knows what Nico would do now as retaliation..My children..

These were some of the fiercest men, and I was lucky to have them at my back. “I already heard that fucker talk about his sick business with the Colombians,” Nico spat out. “Raphael has a good poker face.” “Perfect,” I muttered. I had set the trap with the help of the Colombians. Raphael Santos was my friend, too, and he recently came into ruling Florida after his father and eldest brother were killed. Lombardo Santos and his eldest son Vincent worked with the Romanos and with Cassio and Luca’s father Benito King in trafficking. Raphael was against trafficking women, so it worked out that Vasili Nikolaev’s brother, Sasha, killed Raphael’s eldest brother and father. Clean sniper shot to the b