Romano Brothers Novels & Stories

The contempt in his voice was clear as light. “I will need to meet with your other brother soon,” Romano stated. “No. You will be dealing with me directly from now on.” the Brit replied. Romano knew two of them. The man who had contacted him first, a few months ago, an Italian and the Brit. It was after meeting the Italian on some occasions that he was introduced to the Brit. He was sure they were more than a duo. “Alright then,” Romano replied, in no mood to argue. “We will meet later then.” he turned to leave but the man's voice stopped him.

I was initially against Roman going to meetings using my name, but it’s become a bit of a necessity. Ever since I kidnapped—and returned—Zandra Russo, we’ve been hearing rumors from some of our boots on the ground. The Russo Family are jumpier now, more likely to shoot first and ask questions later. Their retaliation could come at any point, which is why my brothers have been so insistent on accompanying me everywhere. Especially after I told them about what happened at the bathhouse—attempted castration aside. So now, Roman’s been masquerading as me. Samuel is my muscle and protection. Leo is there to mean mug anyone who dares look at us the wrong way. And Damien… Well, I left him at the ta

Marco asks, turning to Leonard. "There is no hiding who Alexander is, if this seems to be the problem, then let's call this meeting off, and we can leave you to enjoy your drink," my brother says, wow, I knew Alex was his best friend, but I didn't think they'd call off deals for each other. "I heard a lot about you, Romano," Marco says with a laugh, he was laughing out loud now, everyone stayed quiet, letting him talk. "I heard about your rules even, and how you have loyalty above everything else," Marco continues, while we stayed quiet, the drinks were delivered, and my brother seemed to be enjoying his drink a lot more than the conversation that was going on.

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

His target was the Romano family, and he had teamed up with his high school friend Elena Rossi, who shared his vendetta against them. Ryan and Elena had been friends since childhood. Their fathers were close, as they were colleagues at the same company. However, tragedy struck when the Romanos developed a new drug with dangerous side effects. Elena's father, along with Ryan's father and his father's colleagues, tried to stop the launch of the drug. But the Romanos silenced Elena's father, and Ryan's father suffered the same fate. Since then, Ryan and Elena had been plotting their revenge against the Romanos. Ryan had infiltrated the family by working for them, while Elena worked from the out

"I handled the situation. The Romanos attacked me. I defended myself. End of story." "Except it's not the end. Not for the Romanos." Dimitri felt something tighten in his chest. "What do you mean?" "Sal Romano had an older brother. Dante Romano. He's taken over as head of the family." Enzo's voice was serious. "And according to my sources, he's out for blood. Your blood." "Let him try." "Dimitri, this isn't a joke. This guy is dangerous. No one's ever seen his face. He operates completely in the shadows. Uses intermediaries for everything. Even his own soldiers don't know what he looks like."

"Then I am already dead. And you are in danger." We all leaned in closer. "I have made many enemies in my life," his father continued. "But none more dangerous than the Romano family. Twenty years ago, I made a deal with them. A business arrangement that should have made us all rich." "But I betrayed them," he admitted. "I took their money. Used their resources. And then I cut them out. Kept all the profits for myself." Dimitri's face went pale. "They sent their youngest son to negotiate," his father said. "A boy named Marco. He was only twelve years old. But he was smart. Brave. He came to me with an offer. A way for both families to profit."

Once the divorce is finalised, I can compensate her properly and end this entire arrangement cleanly. Until then— She stayed in the penthouse, working as a dutiful wife. Exactly where she belonged. And once Grandfather returned— it would already be over. My phone buzzed against the desk. Ethan, my assistant, was calling me. I answered without looking away from the skyline. “What?” “The Romano meeting is confirmed for Saturday night.” That got my attention. I turned slowly toward the desk. “Lorenzo Romano himself?” “Yes.” Romano Group had dominated multiple sectors across Europe within less than a decade. Shipping. Real estate. Private equity. Aggressive expansion with old-money polish.

Ethan agrees. Dmitri pours himself more vodka. Offers one to Ethan, who accepts. "There's something you should know," Dmitri says. "I'm not the only one interested in this. Vincent Romano's nephew, Marco. He's young, ambitious. Thinks Vincent is too cautious, too traditional. He wants to make a name for himself." "Marco Romano is with us?" "Not officially. But he's... interested. In making moves. In taking risks his uncle won't take." Dmitri swirls his vodka. "If we bring him in, we have representation from two of the three major families. That's significant."

He didn’t show me any judgment, and I was surprised that he was so willing to let me in on the secrets of his world. Imagining it had to do with the fact that I was made aware of their organized crimes to begin with, I didn’t question it. “They took your brother’s wife?” I questioned, bewildered by the story he was telling me. “And son,” Roman added, walking through the warehouse with his hands in his pockets. “The Romanos managed to do enough damage for the other families to start questioning our strength as the head family of New York. They were afraid their investments would tank because of us.”