Romano Brothers Novels & Stories

Armed men dressed entirely in black stood around the room with rigid posture and emotionless expressions. Nobody moved unnecessarily and nobody dared speak without permission.At the very front of the hall, seated on an elevated platform, were the four men responsible for that silence.....The Romano brothers. They looked almost identical at first glance. Dark hair,Sharp jawlines,Tattooed skin,Dangerous beauty But the longer one stared, the easier it became to tell them apart.Rafael Romano sat at the center the eldest and the leader. One tattooed hand rested lazily against the armrest of his dark leather chair while the other swirled whiskey slowly inside a crys

I was in my study going over some files when the encrypted phone rang. "Don, we have a big problem!" Antonio's voice was frantic. "There's trouble brewing inside the family!" I put the files down. "Tell me." "Marco and Bianca... they ran to the Romanos. East side," Antonio said, his voice shaking. "They're under Romano's protection, and they're spreading poison everywhere." The Romano family. The kings of Chicago's East Side. The Grimaldi family's mortal enemies. "What are they saying?" "Marco is painting himself as a loyal soldier!" Antonio said, furious. "He's telling everyone he slaved away for the family for five years, only to be framed by a cruel new Don!"

Meanwhile, in another part of the city at the airport on the East Bay Side, Sterling Romano, Alexander’s uncle, was far from thrilled that his nephew had found a better half and was taking his anger out on Katy, the latest addition to his collection of exotic women. Sterling is the younger brother of the now-deceased Charles Romano. He and his brother were never really so eye to eye, so he had always been traveling a lot. But with his brother dead, he made it a point to make sure Charles's children do not destroy the company he helped build.

But tonight, it felt somehow different. When we reached the west salon, Ernesto stopped beside the grand door. “Be careful,” he said quietly. “He’s been playing his own game for years.” I nodded once and pushed the door open. There he was. Dominic Romano. Padrino’s younger brother and Bianca’s father. The snake I’d been wanting to strike a dagger at its head for a long time. He sat like a king on the leather armchair, one leg crossed over the other, swirling a glass of wine in his fingers. He was bald, clean-shaven, his skin pale under the chandelier’s soft light.

He is also loyal to a fault which is one thing they all admire about him. The tension in the air was not the tension of enemie but of predators quietly assessing each other's next move. It was the Brotherhood, after all and Italy’s finest, the ruling syndicate that no other crime family across the globe dared to challenge. And then he stepped in. Don Vittorio Romano.

"Did you really think you could find me? I've been right here the whole time." Damian's gun hand trembled—with rage or shock, I couldn't tell. "You," he breathed. "It's been you all along." The Broker smiled. "Surprised? You shouldn't be. I've been cleaning up the criminal underworld for years. Consolidating power. Eliminating those who refuse to cooperate." Their eyes shifted to me. "Like Matteo Romano. He was stubborn. Refused to see reason. Such a waste." White-hot rage flooded through me. "You killed my brother."

It wasn't a question; it was a cold, terrifying confirmation. "He told me everything," I challenged, lifting my chin high. "I know there are two of you." Roman closed the remaining distance between us in one massive stride. His hand shot out, gripping my jaw firmly. He forced me to look directly into his cold, calculating eyes. "My brother lacks discipline," Roman whispered harshly. "He lacks absolute control." "He told me you sent him," I argued, my voice tight under his heavy grip. "I did send him," Roman confirmed without hesitation. "I needed to break your initial defiance, and Rocco is highly effective at breaking things."

"Grant is your brother." Alessandro let out a bitter laugh "My brother?" He shook his head. "The man who kidnapped my wife stopped being my brother the moment he crossed that line." Mr. Romano remained silent. "I will call him," the old man finally said. "Let me speak to him first. Maybe we can settle this without bloodshed." Alessandro's expression didn't change."You still don't understand." He took another step closer."I have already tried peace." His voice was low but dangerous Mr. Romano looked at him carefully. "You are letting your anger control you."

, can I ask you a question? Yes dear, How long have you known Roman I've known him practically his entire life, I raised him. Really?, But what about his parents? Surprisingly, she went quiet. He hasn't had an easy life, it's best if you don't bring up his parents again, especially not to him. Oh. From the tone of her voice, it was clear that whatever happened must have been terrible. So, how long have they been dating, I mean Miss Isabelle “Miss Isabella is Master Roman’s fiancée.”

The brother grabs Kevin's shoulder while looking into his eyes in anger. "Why am I working under him as a worker?" "Because I want revenge and brother I'll help you destroy the Salvatore family." Kevin and his brother stared into each other's eyes in anger. Their anger will subside only when they destroy the Salvatore family and kill Aaron Salvatore. "Brother, I want Doctor Samantha and Damon Salvatore." "These two are our only weapons to destroy Aaron," Kevin said. "I’ll bring you to them. This is your brother's promise to you." Kevin smiles devilishly. To Be Continued.