Reid Romano Novels & Stories

Adrian Romano was the definition of everything I should have been avoiding. He’d kidnapped me… Was holding me hostage. Framing me for a murder I didn’t fucking commit. Blackmailing me if I didn’t cooperate with him. And the icing on the fucking cake… Was that he was the Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. But I couldn’t deny the way that he made me feel. As he kissed me, I felt fireworks. I felt the sparks I’d been yearning for, for so long. With all of my previous boyfriends…

Too intimidating for my liking, I thought. "What's on the agenda for today?" Ciro asked, ignoring me entirely. "Some paperwork needs to be finished," Johnny replied. Ciro nodded, took his plate from the microwave, and sat down on a stool. "I’m going up to my room if Clarissa comes back and asks for me," I quickly excused myself. Johnny nodded, then returned to his paperwork. I quickly walked out, not wanting to spend another minute in Ciro's intimidating presence. Ciro was well-built, with dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and tattoos covering his arms. The scar on the left side of his face made him look dangerous, but beneath it all, he was undeniably handsome.

"He operates like a ghost—untouchable and untraceable. But we have finally found a way in." I leaned back with arms crossed. What is the catch? "You." I frowned. "He is recruiting," my handler, Agent Cole, stated. "We have spread rumors that Luca Romano—a Miami criminal with a talent for smuggling—has resurfaced. "That is you." I scanned the file again, memorizing the specifics of my new identity. Luca Romano had no family or traceable history. Simply a reputation for being ruthless and efficient. An ideal fit for Dante's empire.

Dell got me invited here, he works with the FBI, so he has connections and given I am a photographer, with a desperate need of help from the FBI, I was the perfect candidate for this mission. “That’s him,” he whispers, nodding towards a tall figure across the room. “Alessandro Romano. He is the Don of the Romano Mafia family, now is your time. You need to get him alone Renée. Away from his bodyguards,” I swallow hard, my heart pounding even faster. I am kind of a little surprised that he looks young, when I was told I would be approaching the don of the Romano mafia group I thought he would be someone older, but he isn’t, I guess that’s why they had me do this.

"One more thing, you and your dance group will perform for him...you may choose your song...wear something, sexy...Don't let me down!" I began to cry, and mother tugged me by the hair. "What do we say about crying?" She scolded. "That its a weakness and strong women don't cry." I answered. Mother handed me a picture. "He's very handsome." I knew only three things of Carlos Romaro. One, he was super sexy, and one very sought out bachelor and millionaire of New York City. Two, he was now Capo of the New York Arch angels famiglia. And three, he is known as the Reaper of New York city, because he shows no mercy when it comes to killing. He likes to make his victims suffer painfully and sl

I stared back plainly and so did he. 'Hayden Octavius Martinez. Chief Detective of the New York Police Department.' 'Reina Clementine Romano. CEO of the Romano's ' I said while shaking his outstretched hand. He then swung a chair and placed it on the only spare side between me and Narcissus and then also began eating the food on my plates. None of them had manners. Tell me why I am not surprised at all? I got up and left the table but heard footsteps follow behind.

He laughed, as the faux announcer shifted closer, and Reena blinked twice in surprise; the only acceptable expression of surprise from an agent. Mr Romano was cheerful and tall with an extremely lean frame. He was also dark, and the tattoos that twisted over his arms also curled their way around his bald head, and his eyes were shaped into narrow slits. “Caelan! About time.” He laughed, as they both clasped hands, and he nodded to the waiter. An act that brought him over faster than Reena could blink.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

" Have you slept with Mark before ?" " No. We only kissed." "When?" "Before you. Please don't turn to alcohol and drugs when things are bothering you. " " You aren't mad at me?" "No I am chilled we've been through hell and back together ." "Any guys I should know about?" " Jealousy makes you nasty." " Not where you are concerned ." "Romano who is my new client." I looked at Cleo inquisitively " What's Romano's surname?" "Luca. He does similar stuff that you guys do at Massa with shipping. Speaking of which ; I am headed to Richards Bay tomorrow, I should be back Saturday evening ."

" Have you slept with Mark before ?" " No. We only kissed." "When?" "Before you. Please don't turn to alcohol and drugs when things are bothering you. " " You aren't mad at me?" "No I am chilled we've been through hell and back together ." "Any guys I should know about?" " Jealousy makes you nasty." " Not where you are concerned ." "Romano who is my new client." I looked at Cleo inquisitively " What's Romano's surname?" "Luca. He does similar stuff that you guys do at Massa with shipping. Speaking of which ; I am headed to Richards Bay tomorrow, I should be back Saturday evening ."