Novel & Cerita Romano Brothers

“Jonah came by earlier today." Jonah. The name has me thinking back to earlier occurrences. The fact that the Romano brothers made it clear that they want me, despite the fact that I'm their uncle's fianceè is scary to say the least. Normally, I love men who know what they want and go for it without any hesitation. But these aren't just men. No, they're far from that! They are the Romano brothers. They run the fucking New York faction of the Cosa Nostra. They have more blood on their hands than a priest has confessions in his head.

The three brothers are Romeo, Niccolo, and Nero Amoretti. Romeo is the scary one from what I saw online. He has no socials and has been to prison eight times. Eight times since he was fourteen. He’s basically bad news. Nero is a player, apparently. Sleeps with A-class alpha females only. Which sucks for me, but I’m hopeful. He’s the primal ethics teacher.

They were running late, as usual. I took my seat at the head of the table, Luca standing behind me, always alert, always silent. Damien leaned against one of the marble pillars near the wall, scanning the room with a stillness that made people uneasy. Minutes later, the heavy doors opened, and the Romano brothers walked in, their coats still wet from the mist. I nodded in greeting, though I barely trusted them. We had worked together before, but alliances in this world were made of glass they only shined until they shattered.

“Or maybe I’m exactly as smart as I need to be.” Armani blocked my path, hands on either side of the doorframe, caging me without touching my body. “The Romano brothers are very famous for the disasters they string along with them,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “Don’t let the name and its exquisiteness fool you. Don’t let their wealth cloud your morals. They burn everything they touch.” I looked up at him, unflinching. “So do you. I don’t think you have any idea how nasty your reputation is. We all know what you are, Armani. A man drunk on money and sex.”

She swallowed hard, realizing Fabian was connected to a syndicate—not just connected, but his family actually led one and were feared because of it. The Romanos ruled the Italian syndicate groups. Among all the syndicates, the Romano family was the most respected and feared by everyone. They had wide-reaching connections—from wealthy businessmen, influential politicians, to high-ranking officials. That’s why they were rarely caught, and most people were too scared to mess with them. Don Luca Romano’s reign was known as the most powerful and successful leadership in the Italian drug ring. He was calm and collected but ruthless to traitors and spies. He was also very secretive, which made him

“But Christian said -!” “And Romano said,” Andre growls, stepping forward to challenge his brother, “that Bambi was to give Marino whatever he wants. Do you seriously think that Romano isn’t going to have your head, and Christian’s, and mine, and hers if you fuck this up for him!?” Frankie snaps his jaw shut, glaring at Andre.

“Have you heard back from the Irish, the Italian Dons, the Russian Sinners, and the rest of the Russian Bratva?” He nodded. “None of them will do any business with the Romano family. Of course, with the exception of my bastard father.” “Benito King will get his,” I told him. “I know you and your brother have big plans for him.” Nobody knew the details, but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. I strode to the mini bar, pouring us a drink, and one for Luca. He’d be here any moment.

I frowned when I heard that. Father has never mentioned being close to Luciano and his brother, yes I know there was something between them but I had never thought it was this. “He was always there for my brother and me when our father wasn’t around. We spent the nights at his house and vice versa. He was a family to us and then he became the devil. He destroyed us, and everything we had.” His jaws clenched as he said that. Luciano was no longer looking at me, he had that faraway look in his eyes as he told the story.

He is good at reading people and knowing what to expect and what not to expect and he knows how to work people to the point where he can manipulate them and turn them against each other so that it looks like the person you least suspect as the person you should suspect. A lot of things are going through my mind and it dawned on me that my brother too was also involved for some I cannot believe that Blake was involved and doing what he did. I knew that Romano knew that his son was up to no good. When I spoke to him he told me that I should just play along and he will sort his son out when he least expects. Romano is a man of his word , and if there's one thing that I know is that he is seriou

Behind me, the silence of the room was surgical, enforced by the armed men stationed at every doorway. Ivan approached cautiously, his movements stiff. “Vova, the Romano brothers are ten minutes out. Domenico, Rocco, and Enzo. No bodyguards are allowed past the outer gate, they understood the instruction.” “They understood the instruction because they understood the threat,” I corrected, my voice flat. “They are here because they have lost Isabella and they fear my consequence more than they fear Salvatore's revenge. Remind your men, Ivan: they are not allies yet. They are potential targets.”