Portal To Nova Roma Novels & Stories

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?

The feder‍al sei‍zure flags sh⁠ould have⁠ frozen every transit point from Veni‌ce to Marseille. Not all of th‍em, Celeste, Damien s‌aid, his deep baritone rumbling as he​ ste⁠pped ou​t‍ bes​ide her, his massive hand⁠ s‌ettli​ng on the sma⁠l‍l of he‍r back to⁠ guide her‌ towar‌d the stone s‍te⁠p⁠s of the villa. The R​om‌anovs are old world, but they aren't the only preda​tors in these mo⁠untains. If⁠ a vein open​s in Europ​e, t‍he local wolves don't wait for the c‍ompli⁠anc⁠e lawyers to finish their​ pap⁠e⁠rwork. They move in for t​he kill.

Palermo. The Russo Palazzo.‍ 11:⁠00 PM.‌ The word of the Godfathe⁠r travels faster tha⁠n light. By the​ time I drove the battered L​and Rover down from th​e mountains a‌nd reached th⁠e city limits, the news​ had sprea‌d‌ through‍ the underwor‍l‍d like a virus:​ Matt​eo Russo is Scomunicato. Exc‌o​mmunicated‍.

The narrow canals, ornate bridges, and historic architecture transported Luna to a bygone era, where romance and elegance intertwined. Her first stop was the iconic Piazza San Marco. Luna marveled at the grandeur of St. Mark's Basilica, with its intricate mosaics and towering domes. She climbed the Campanile di San Marco, the bell tower, to admire the panoramic view of the city, with its maze of canals and red-tiled rooftops stretching as far as the eye could see. Luna took a leisurely gondola ride along the picturesque canals, gliding under the famous Bridge of Sighs and immersing herself in the romantic atmosphere of the city.

After that, no one called me the abandoned bride of the Romano family again. They called me Donna Elena. Three years later, the Commission held a closed meeting in Monaco. It was the first time I sat in my father’s seat on behalf of the Moretti family. Halfway through the meeting, our consigliere bent beside me and placed a file at my hand. “Donna Elena, the Romano family is requesting new terms for East Coast port access.” I opened the file and saw the applicant’s name. Luca Romano. My pen stopped for a moment.

“Papi, Papi! Are we out of the city? It feels like a movie! Look! That’s an eagle! Or a plane? But small. But like an eagle. But—” I nodded slowly, one hand on the wheel, the other flicking the window button down. Cold, sharp air rushed in. Pine began to scent the car. We were almost there. The Romano family compound lay north of New York, in a place you couldn’t find on G****e Maps unless you knew the world’s password. Behind a seven-meter electric fence it looked like nothing more than a stretch of land with old trees. Ash leaned forward the second the gate opened on its own. “PAPI! THERE’S A FOUNTAIN! LIKE A CASTLE! IS THAT—THERE’S A HOUSE ON TOP OF A HOUSE?!”

Because it was impossible to receive this phone call in noisy indoor, Marco strode towards the balcony. An unfamiliar number. "With Marco Bruni, the manager of actress Lucrezia Verga here. Can I help you?" Marco closed the glass door connecting the suite room with the balcony, so that the girls' voices would not interfere. "I'm Luciano Romano from The Romano Group. I have an interesting offer for you, Signor Bruni." A voice replied on the other side. Marco was silent for a moment, not quite believing with his own ears. Romano. He didn't hear it wrong, right? The Romano who was a family of whale-class millionaires in Italy? Marco even thought that the family was secretly related to the mafia.

"Did you see the answer Rena gave? You're no longer her priority. You've been replaced, Romeo." Romeo struck that layer of glass. But no matter how strong it is, it will never be broken. The object seemed very thick, and miraculously he could hear clearly what Jordan said and the video the man displayed. The picture happening is now visible from the portal created by Jordan. The portal is in The Shape of a black circle and shows Rena and a man who he believes is the woman's older brother. But he was relieved that what Jordan said was not true and that Rena was in danger of jumping from a bottomless abyss.

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

Roman was cut off by a knock on the door, they both took quick glances at each other and Lucas thought it must be Cheng till Roman got up to open the door and was greeted by Harley’s green eyes. He felt a thump in his heart, almost like his heart skipped a beat when he saw her. “Hey… um can I come in?” Harley asked with a faint smile Roman was still staring and smiling at her when it quickly clicked that he was still holding the door. “Yes please” he quickly paved the way for her to go in and closed the door behind her “Hey Lucas” Harley gave a quick wave at Lucas who already got up from the couch and wanted to look at who Roman was talking to