Reid Romano Novels & Stories

“Anyhow, don’t worry yourself about me. I would manage things the…” “You know that as your sister, I am supposed to worry about you, Ezra.” I said, stopping him. He smiled and shook his head at me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as he turned me to look at the horizon by his side. “That is my job to do toward you, Lea Auditore. You are MY little sister and I am your elder. I am to take care of you until my last breath. You are Bartolomeo and mama’s present for me. A family member who would be the sanity that I need in the dark world that we live in, and you never know, one day, you might be bringing us a few children, nieces and nephews for this family to grow.” He said, and I laughed, s

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Could he sense that I was about to melt right there on the couch from nerves? He laced our fingers together, his thumb grazing the back of my hand in a way that soothed me instantly, yet his expression remained blank. "Afraid?" Roman repeated, tilting his head slightly towards Reid. "You give that word far too much weight." Reid's smile faltered. "I do not fear the past. I simply decided it is no longer entitled to my ignorance," Roman continued. He leaned back, utterly relaxed. "If there is truth, I will hear it. If there are lies, I will cut through them. Awareness does not threaten me, Reid."

They looked worse. “Micah Reed,” the tallest one said, checking something on his phone. “You really didn’t know whose files you were working on, did you?” Of course. They knew my name. I bet they knew damn thing about me. I stayed silent. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You just sold classified Romano family data to a cartel for a measly fifteen thousand dollars.” I did what? Romano family? The Romano syndicate didn’t just run drugs or guns—they owned entire governments in the country. Elio Romano was practically a myth. Some said he didn’t exist. Others said he once burned a man alive for interrupting his dinner.

His black stockings were held up with ribbon garters. My guest was put together and had an air of authority about him. I didn’t bother asking him who he was or on who’s orders brought him to my room. I knew who he was without explanation. If he worked for my captor than this man couldn’t be any better than him. I shouldn’t heave any expectations, but I couldn’t help but be a curious. He held a roll of parchment and a feather beneath his arm. His cheeks flushed beneath my unyielding gaze and he cleared his throat. When he realized I would not be speaking he bowed his head. “My name is Odis Valor, I am the Beta of Crimson Moon pack. Your humble servant,” Odis said.

Broad, commanding, with that barely-there smirk like he already knows your secrets. And Ralph Romano, the quiet flame. He always has this cold, detached look in his eyes, only softens when he looks at his family. They’re speaking in low voices to a tight circle of men and women who carry countries in their pockets. One of them is the President of Italy. And beside him, his son. Caden Reed. His presence is… unsettling. My spine straightens, instinctively. I’ve been taught how to move in rooms like this. Taught how to smile without showing too much. How to speak just enough to sound intelligent but not intrusive. Mama’s rules. Papas’ lessons.

October brought the Romano family quarterly council meeting. Third one since the restructuring. The second had been routine. Numbers reviewed. Decisions made. The new lawyer Carlo had recommended was a woman named Giulia Adamo who had been practicing for three years and had the specific quality of someone who prepared everything twice and still arrived early. She had restructured the Romano family's legitimate asset documentation in ninety days and had done it so cleanly that Caselli had called specifically to say she had never seen cleaner paperwork.

I really need to find Belvedere already. "Well then," Romano folds his hand and step forward, this mischievous, never-to-be-trusted smile on his face, "I want to talk to my mate and tell her Weylin isn't my girlfriend or anything but just one stubborn bitch on the call girls list which I already burnt. I want to apologize for what you just saw now and tell you it'll never happen again. And about your date with Rex, I don't mind you going out with the fake guy but the thoughts of you going out while your panties is in my hold. I didn't mean to say that publicly but you can't go butts-naked and Rex, I don't think going out with my girl regards to loyalty or respect from you." Although he looks

Mine. A knock sounds at the door. One knock, then other knock. Precise. “Come in.” Romano steps inside and closes the door behind him. He carries a folder and nothing else. No tablet. Paper means certainty. He stops in front of my desk. “I have everything you asked for.” I gesture once. He opens the folder. “Matteo Costello,” he begins. “Aliases, financials, properties, shell companies, known associates. He’s clean. Too clean. He doesn’t leave much noise behind him.”

Rielle looked at him properly, He was putting on a blue deep jean pants with a black belt, a V neck ash top pairing it with a ash/black leather jacket and a black boots. A perky young waitress came with the menu and gave it to the both of them “What will you have?” Reed asked her and she went through the menu “I’ll have the Carrabba's Italian Grill: ChickenBryan.” She says and gave the menu back to the waiter while Reed ordered for his food. “How has work been?” He asked and she shrugged “I’m planning on getting the Saudi Arabia business man, Amal Mohammed to invest in Romano’s industries.” She says and he smiled “Goodluck girlfriend.” He says and she rolled her eyes