Reid Romano Novels & Stories

My stomach felt his huge feet with heavy shoes harassingly kicking me. “I see you are still alive,” he spoke with his normal voice. I forced to open my eyes only to see how blurry my vision was. Water is covering my eyes and I have no choice but to let them flow once more crying in silent. “Stand up and do your chores!” My stepmom is here too walking from the door. They left me there still weak and unable to move right. I studied the whole room using my eyes. ‘Is this reality? This can’t be real. I meet a man last night and he said he is Angelo.’

She hums, “sorry, I don’t accept drinks from strangers.” An enigmatic laugh slips past his lips. “My apologies, I'm Adrian Isidro.” “Hmm, that’s a very dreamy name you have there. What are you, a Prince?” Romano’s lips twist into a smirk. “You might just be right.” With a surge of confidence bolting through her veins, Elsida stretches an arm towards him. “Lead the way Adrian.” Tonight’s MUST-DO: Forget Julien Benoît and how he shattered your heart beyond measures.

“We didn’t lose anything worth keeping.” That silenced the room. I continued. “Roman D’Angelo is alive in name and code. He’s rebuilt his network from the shadows of our past — Vittore’s systems, Veronin’s allies, even your men.” I let my gaze travel across the table, watching them flinch. “He’s not rebuilding the empire. He’s rewriting it.” Another capo, younger but sharper, leaned forward. “Then we strike again before he grows stronger.” I smiled faintly. “We will. But not blind. Roman is baiting us — forcing us to burn resources faster than he can rebuild. We’re not playing his game anymore.”

Perhaps he had known that Javier, the troublemaker, would be here. Javier was from a rival gang, and he should have known better than to approach Deirdre when she was with me. But he didn't even look apologetic. It was as if he was deliberately taunting me. And why was the ship filled with enemies on all sides?! My eyes narrowed when I spotted three more, each flanking the side where Deirdre was seated. To Deirdre's right, three seats away from her, Enzo Romano sat. He looked at me with intrigue in his granite grey eyes. He was also known as "Silencer" due to his few words but impactful actions.

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

“Never in your wildest dreams. I will hunt you, Romano and when I do, I'll have you begging for your dear fucking life. There is no place in the corner of this earth where you’ll be safe from me.” “It’s a shame. But you won’t be able to find me.” Romano states proudly. I glance over to Miko and he nods, writing something down on a sheet of paper. Holding it up, it reads. “Found him. He’s overseas, North America. Costa Rica, to be exact.’ I hold in my grin, not wanting to give anything away. “I’d consider your days numbered, Romano. You better pray to whatever deity you know.” An evil grin spreads across his face, the expression of a psychopath. “I would love to see you try, Moretti.”

They didn’t speak, but both of their eyes blinked like strobe lights. “Charming, right?” I repeated the word I’d used with Adrian yesterday. “And because life has terrible humor, Adrian’s father’s family is… a family you two know very well.” Rhea frowned. “You’re talking in riddles. I’m jetlagged. Just say it” “Sebastian,” I cut in. The name hung in the air like smoke. “Sebastian Romano. My bastard ex-husband. They share a father.” Rhea stopped speaking.

He straightened slowly and turned to face the room, his chest rising and falling as he fought to steady himself. “I’m not getting weak,” he said lowly. “And I’m not letting a whore cloud my judgment.” His eyes moved from one face to the other. “In case any of you are forgetting, I am Rico De Romano. Capo of the Five Territories. Head of I Sette.” The words weren’t just for them. They sounded like a reminder to himself most of all. He spared Valentina a brief, cold look as she remained on the floor, still coughing. Then his gaze returned to Ezio and Sandro.

I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”

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.