Reid Romano Novels & Stories

Reid quickly pushed me behind him. "What the fuck do you want Ryan?" Reid asked him as he gritted through his teeth, obviously annoyed by the intrusion. Already grumbling about making a mistake of letting the Ryan guy have free access to come into his house at will. Uhmmm, Ryan and Reid Romano, I'm going to take a wild guess and say their parents’ names also start with the letter R.

Rio knew that his temper had gotten the best of him once again. Ryan sat in his small room, surrounded by scattered items on the table. The disorganized and cramped space didn't bother him, as he was consumed by one purpose: revenge. His target was the Romano family, and he had teamed up with his high school friend Elena Rossi, who shared his vendetta against them.

I held the seething fury within me, trying my best to conceal it. All I knew was what he told me in the rooftop resto-bar and bits and pieces of the calls he had with Slip. From what I gathered, Roman had been moving Rio from one state to another as he drowned himself in alcohol. Roman asked favors from his business associates to keep his brother safe, but that bastard kept finding ways to fuck things up. “Red, the president of Phantoms Bikers Club, is still pissed about what Rio did. I need to apologize to him personally.” I’m grateful for his honesty, but that doesn’t lessen my irritation for Rio.

I gulped. Roman was seating in front of a shocked and scared Mr. Reeds, with his legs crossed and arms crossed over his broad chest. He looked pissed, annoyed and angry. He stared at me once I walked in with an unimpressed glare. “Miss. Santiago, um...you know Mr. Romero here?” I nodded slightly. “he came to fetch you” I turned to Roman. He was still glaring at me, then he stood up, grabbed my wrist, bade the vice-chancellor good bye and led me out. We walked into the silent hallway and he stopped.

All this while, the Damian in question remained quiet, his face still hidden under the hoodie. “I told you I could handle this, didn't I?” he asked with gritted teeth, feeling betrayed. “It didn't seem like you could. We have to do what's best for us.” the English replied and flashed him an annoying smile. Romano knew he was trying to annoy him but he didn't budge. “Nice to meet you, Damian. I'm the famous Romano Rossi you must have been hearing of.” Romano said, extending his hand for his handshake while feeding his ego.

Jen sat down and clenched her hands in her lap. “Have I done something wrong?” “You will have to speak out loud Jen, we are not all from the same pack here, but in answer to your question no, you haven’t done anything wrong.” Brother Andrew looked at Jen with kind eyes, she still looked tired and he knew Greta must still be suffering greatly. He introduced her to the assembled Reivers, Jen recognised Annie and Hugh, she had seen them going in and out of the Chapel. The big blonde wolf was Pete MacGregor, she had seen him with a human woman and what she presumed was their son going to the nursery. The big dark haired wolf was called Camron, she had never seen him before so Brother Andrew info

Romero added. "What about the branding?" I asked. Vic nods and pulled up a picture of a branded skin. It was Luca Romano. The man who used to be the head of the Romano Mafia. After the last time that we retaliated against them, Luca was left heavily wounded. We never confirmed his death and he never showed up afterward either. My breath hitched as I realized that it was the same as Luke's. Luca Romano was the heir before his father. Romero looked over at me with concern in his eyes.

“Come on, Roman. You were looking at the man who called himself Adrian as if you would harm him instantly if you got the chance. I deserve to know who he is as your personal assistant. Your enemies are my enemies now.” Her last statement was what I would've said. I owed her the truth. If not for anything, for the fact that she hadn't taken Adrian's hand in a handshake even without me telling her not to. “That's Adrian Giovanni, the leader of the Giovanni family and my direct rival on the streets of Cleveland.”

"Dante! Hell of a fight!" I turn and see Santino Romano heading toward me. He's one of the old guard, runs territory in the north. I need his vote. "Santino." I shake his hand, firm but not crushing. "Good to see you." "Likewise, likewise. That knockout in the third? Beautiful. Clean. Efficient. This is what we need in a Pakhan—someone who knows how to end things quickly." I smile because that's what he wants to see. "I appreciate that. Your support would mean a lot."

That's the rule, so the man have to sleep with someone in order to leave the hotel, unless the guy wants to live there forever. Darrem forgot that the lady wasn't aware of his role in this business. He has no plan on telling her anyway. If he would reveal to her that he was the CEO and founder of Casa Roma, he will lose the thrill of their meeting. He was Darrem Roma, the CEO and founder of Casa Roma. He was the youngest child of Chasy and Roy Roma, one of the richest businessman in America. Their family own Vianca Island, and many properties and land around the world. They also own T-RACE, a known shoe brand and Aromani Wine. His mother gave him the permission to manage the resort business