Reid Romano Novels & Stories

Like he didn’t need the answer to define him. Still—I shook my head. “Not tonight.” He nodded once. “Another time, then.” No persistence. No disappointment. Andrea stared after him. “Do you know who that is?” “No,” I said, already turning toward the dance floor. “That,” she said, “is Lorenzo Romano.” The name landed heavier than expected. “ Romano?” I asked. “He’s into private equity. Real estate. Shipping. Old money with terrifyingly good manners.” I shrugged. “Still not dancing.”

I whisper, not knowing what else to say. “The old one,” Romano murmurs, looking up at me. “Don Marino. He’ll be coming in here more often – I’ve given him an open tab, told him to come whenever he wants. And he’s a cheap old fuck, so he’ll take advantage of it. I want you to take care of him when he’s here. You got it?” Eager, glad to be back to taking orders that actually pertain to my job, I nod. “Give him whatever he wants, Iris,” Romano orders, “but watch him too. He liked you – he’ll want to talk to you. And when he does, I want you to come back to me, and tell me what he said. Do you understand?”

There has to be an extreme reason for telling a human that you are supernatural or you can get in serious trouble. "I don't see how going into another territory intentionally looking for a Rogue pack is fun. Have you forgotten how dangerous they can be?" I see the flicker of pain flash across Ryan's face and as much as I don't want to drag up his painful memories, I need to make Tony think about this. Ryan's dad was killed by Rogues while on border duty 2 years ago and I know it's left him brokenhearted. And while I understand Tony's reasons for wanting to go there, it's still a fucking crazy idea.

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

“What do you know?! You never had children!” The deep voice filling the room startles me. I turn around and see a tall thin man walking in, he has short hair and wicked eyes, he’s probably as tall as Stefan and has his same nose, but he’s older and has wrinkles on his face. It’s easy to guess this is Romano Corvino, there’s something about him, he has the same crushing confidence as his son, but multiplied by a thousand. He’s looking down on all of us, his own family. He doesn’t even say hi, he just takes his seat as he examines the room. He briefly lays his eyes on me and then looks the other way as if my presence bored him. “I had an interesting conversation with Lucas today, he had a lot

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

His expression darkened. “You’re going to want to see this.” A grainy image appeared on the screen—a list of names, bank accounts, and locations. Romano wasn’t just building an empire. He was working with someone even more dangerous. Isabella’s blood ran cold. “Who the hell is The Revenant?” Leo’s eyes met hers. “We’re about to find out.”

“I am willing to do anything to bring down Allen and Joan and get my son back.” Adam stepped forward collecting the booklet. “Now that you have signed it, it is time to give you a new identity, Allen has his men searching all over for you, he should give him an endless search…let's give you a new face and a new name.” Micheal nodded in agreement. “I'm in.” “Good,” I smiled, handing him and Adam a glass of wine. “Cheers to revenge.” “To revenge,” they said in unison as we clicked our glasses together. Watch out Allen…we are coming for you.

Darius. He didn’t rush, didn’t apologize for the intrusion. He simply moved to Ryan’s empty chair and took it, folding himself into the seat as though it had always been his. “Apologies for the delay,” he said smoothly, his voice dripping with mock politeness. “I thought it only right that I attend today in person. No more messengers. Ryan’s duty is done here, and I thought that I would come and introduce myself.” The other investors shifted, exchanging curious glances, sensing tension they couldn’t name.

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.