Romano Brothers Novels & Stories

Jack arched an eyebrow, smiling at the man. I finished the drink, handing the cup to the server and declining the offer to have something else. "I didn't know your business was booming like this, Giacomo." I took in the firm face with the dark circles under his eyes and a few gray hairs, the tailored Italian suit, and the cynical look in his eyes trying to downplay the importance of my family. The mild climate inside the plane hasn't changed, despite the certainty that the will to kill Don is growing exponentially. “Despite knowing your abilities and your loyalty to Giacomo, the De Angelis brothers came to me to ask that I stop investing in Giulia”.

Hale and hearty. “No, I'm not.” I finally responded. “Fuck! That's exactly what you are doing, Luciano. Janie is a girl you met under certain circumstances. I'm your bro for life.” Romano fumed. From where I was, I could picture the deep scowl on his face and how furious he must be. Clutching my bleeding arm, I grunted again. “You are both special. Now I need your help not as my second in command. But as a friend and a brother.”

Betty announced with a grin, and I choked on the water I was drinking. “Isn't that the bar owned by the CEO’s brother?” Another girl from the department, whose name I didn't know yet, asked. “Yes,” Betty abandoned her food to lean over the table with a girlish smile spreading across her face, “It's owned by Heath Romano, the second Romano brother, who without a doubt is the hottest Romano brother. I mean, just look at him, he's a walking sex goddess.” “Do you know he changes girls like they're underpants?” A guy from the department asked in a bored tone.

Daniel reached for Miliani's hand and held it firmly. Lorenzo Romano, the capo (caporegime) with his entire family stood alongside Antonio Romano, famously named as the padrino, and his family before the main entrance, shining in their virtue. The air around was screaming danger, authority, power and dominion which did not fail to exhilarate Daniel's mind. He had been waiting for this day since forever, to finally stand more than equal to this sickly rotted Romanos.

After completing his morning routine, he dressed in his white button-down shirt and dark pants, he smirked as he looked at his face in his mirror, he had a smug look on his face as he walked downstairs into the dinning room. "Good morning, Master Romario," his servants greeted in unison, bowing before him. Romario waved them off, taking his usual seat at the right hand of his father, the second in command and successor. He noticed his father, Terrone, was absent, and asked his brother, "Hey Leonardo, where's Dad?" Leonardo shrugged nonchalantly, continuing to eat his spaghetti. Romario growled in annoyance, his brother was too stubborn. They sat in comfortable silence until the entrance door

He leaned back in his chair, eyes sharp and calculating. “The Romano family made me an offer I cannot refuse. You’re to marry Adriano Romano.” For a moment, the words didn’t make sense. Adriano Romano? My stomach twisted violently. His name was enough to send shivers racing down my spine. Everyone had heard of him. The youngest mafia don, a man whose empire stretched across cities. Ruthless. Untouchable. They said he built his throne on blood and fear, and that those who dared cross him vanished without a trace.

It was for his sons, for their sons, for the name he carried. That's the purpose of going back to Rome. He was going to set everything and everyone straight. Put everyone in their places, remind them whose blood he was carrying, and remind them who his father was—Giovanni De Romano. And as for that bastard Marco, Rico would make sure to clip those growing wings of his before the prick ever got off the ground. He’d strip him of everything. His confidence, allies, and safe places. One by one. Then he’d make it hurt really bad.

“I want to hit this fucker hard and fast and take away everything he’s ever worked for. I want to send the word out that no one touches what’s mine. Timothy Flynn made his last mistake this morning when he took my woman.” Roman thrust his hand into the circle the five of them made. Sazon put his hand on top of Roman’s, soon Barshan and Yuri’s hands joined the others. Finally, Mikial’s hand topped theirs. Then all five chanted, “We are brothers by choice, blood has brought us together and holds us strong. Brothers we are and brothers we will always be.”

"Can you at least say something that makes sense? You are seriously scaring me!" He took a slow, grounding breath, his intense gaze locking me in place. "I’m Dario’s older brother, Roman." My jaw dropped, my arms loosening slightly before I caught myself. "The priest?!" I knew Dario had an older brother, but according to the sparse stories he shared, the man was a ghost to the family. The rumors among our circle whispered that he had walked away from the family business to take holy vows. I always thought that was a crazy combo, how could a mafia don's son be a priest? It made no sense.

“Your brother hasn’t been seen in two days.” The words landed like ice water. “Romeo’s missing?” “According to the last people who saw him, he left a business meeting Tuesday night and never came home.” A muscle worked in his jaw. “The meeting was with a man my security team has flagged before.” “Flagged for what?” I asked, dread curling through my chest. “He’s connected to people who’ve done work for Elena’s family,” Romanov said quietly. “The same people my note referenced. The ones your family’s supposed ‘business opportunity’ might have actually come from.”