Odio Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

I turn to him, with a huge smile on my face. “I’m trying to cheer you up, senorita.” “I’m actually fine. Just wondering what is going on with Rio, he looked really mad yesterday, but has not spoken to anyone. Only Dante of course. Do you know what could be happening?” “Nope.” He says, shaking his head. “With Master Rio, it’s hard to tell.” “Meaning?” My curiosity peaks. “You see, Master Dante is straightforward. We all know he is a gunslinging psychopath, who expresses his anger and disgust very well, just like his mother. Very vocal people.”

I have already gone through all that was to know about him. Dante Romano, twenty-seven-year-old single father who owns a high-end nightclub by the name Eclipse Lounge. Not only that, he has another business. A popular Restaurant in the state and a branch in Singapore. He's a man that travels around a lot. There wasn't much information about his personal life apart from him being a single father and a sex maniac. There was no other information beyond that.

It was so sick and he felt his anger building as Santini headed toward him, ‘Ahhhh Don Romero, così buono da parte tua venire stasera so quanto sei occupato’ [Ahhhh Don Romero, so good of you to come tonight I know how busy you are] He sneered at the younger man deliberately antagonising him, ‘Hai fatto la tua offerta? Sono sicuro che potresti insegnare a questa piccola cagna una cosa o due.’ [Have you placed your bid? I am sure you could teach this little bitch a thing or two.]

He growled. “It’s me.” Gage’s voice sounded on the other end. ”It’s hardly been 24 hours. Why are you calling me?” ”I’m in.” Gage was referring to Sars’ drug ring. Romero paused, raising a brow. “You’re in?” He scoffed, “How could you possibly be in? Enough time hasn’t passed as yet for him to trust you.” ”I’ve been nurturing a lead for months. His blood brother, Nicoy Sosa, trusts me.”

Rico stumbled into the light, his sweat dripping. Marquez stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “Do my eyes deceive me, or has a ghost walked into my house?” Rico fell to his knees without thinking. “I didn’t know—I swear, I didn’t know this was your place.” Marquez exhaled smoke, studying him like prey. “You think I don’t know who you are? Rico… Kroos’s dog. The one who shot Sandro Danso.” His voice darkened, venom dripping from every word. “Do you know Sandro was like a brother to me, my right hand man? And you—” He pointed, rage barely contained. “You ended him.”

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

“This is Kael, Mika and Dio.” “I am Raymond von Escobar, I am the youngest son of Baron Escobar from the north.” The guy with brown hair said lazily. “I am Primo Andreious von Vermont. Only son of Count Vermont.” His condescending look upon Dio was so obvious but the others decide to ignore it. After the introduction with the guys, Arthur brought them to the girls at the center. “Girls, these are the three that you’ve been waiting for.” “Dio, I’ve been waiting for you!” Amery exclaimed with a bright smile as she stood up and clung to Dio’s arms.

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 "

Ace hums in happiness, allowing the feeling to consume us completely. Sophia relaxes into my touch almost instantly like she enjoys the feeling. I want to do more, but the realization that I am completely naked in front of her covered in the rogues scent and blood hits me like a fucking freight train. I instantly panic, thinking this is the reason she is saying no. I have no idea of how I look right now. The fact that she allows me to be this close to her, I should be counting my blessings. “Umm.. I was able to retrieve the stuff,” I hear the fucker ‘Sammy’ mumble behind me.

I’m not usually one to swoon over a pretty face. I pick my dates and my bed partners carefully, and usually more for their brains than their brawn. But this man….I had no words for the flood of hormones the sight of him sent raging through my body. He had introduced himself to me as Sammy Romaletti and he said that he was “Sicilian Son” and he had been the one sending me the emails. He led me back to a private table in the corner, a prime spot in the club that