Romano Brothers Novels & Stories

A wave of disgust went through my body, and I promised myself I would find a way to visit them to see if they were alright. Eventually, we arrived at Tomasso’s office. It didn’t look as fancy as the rest of the mansion just simple and practical with wooden furniture and lots of books. Tomasso sat down behind his desk, and I sat down facing him. He gave me a paper with the family tree of the Romano pack on it. He started telling, “The Romano pack originally came from Italy but settled here many years ago. Nowadays the territory is as big as half of the USA. The other half is controlled by the Latin American packs. The Romano pack has provided jobs and business to all the Italian wolf packs in

For reasons I couldn’t explain, my stomach tightened the moment I saw him. “Cristiano, meet my brothers — Matteo Rinaldi and Marco Caruso,” Luca introduced. The man stretched out his hand toward me. “Cristiano Romano. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” I shook his hand and offered a wry smile. He greeted Marco as well. “I met Cristiano at a roulette table nearby,” Luca continued. “He owns a daycare academy and needs properties in the eastern part of Italy to expand his school. And who owns properties everywhere, if not you, brother?”

Like wolves scenting a storm. He stepped out first. Older now than the photograph I'd seen buried in my mother's drawer. Graying temples. Cold black eyes. Tailored charcoal suit and the aura of a man who didn't walk—he claimed space. Vincenzo Romano. And behind him, they followed. Three shadows made flesh. The Romanos. My stepbrothers. Luca. Nico. Matteo.

Romero added. "What about the branding?" I asked. Vic nods and pulled up a picture of a branded skin. It was Luca Romano. The man who used to be the head of the Romano Mafia. After the last time that we retaliated against them, Luca was left heavily wounded. We never confirmed his death and he never showed up afterward either. My breath hitched as I realized that it was the same as Luke's. Luca Romano was the heir before his father. Romero looked over at me with concern in his eyes.

I hummed like a robot before picking up my spoon and stuffing my mouth with the last of the tuna tartar before the waitstaff was taking our plates away. Come to think of it, the last name Romano sounded familiar. I just didn’t think too deeply about it to realize that Dante and Lorenzo were the Romano brothers and sons of Giuseppe Romano. I mean, I should have been more aware and put the signs together. Now here I am, sitting in this massive beautiful estate, feeling stressed and anxious because I thought it was a good idea to come here in the first place. "Please excuse Isabella." Mr. Morelli tried to speak on my behalf to Dante, "Isabella isn't apart of our

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

the mayor chimed in, looking smug at the tension simmering around us. “I hear your brother has new followers,” Roman said to the mayor “The preferred Rice brother, he is running for presidency right leaving you in the pond with the little fish right.” This earned Roman a tight smile that didn’t reach his eyes, but at least the bastard's attention was no longer on me. “You stole from me, Petrov,” Dario hissed in Spanish. The mayor still stood around with a frozen smile on his face, looking like a discarded puppet. It was exactly what he was, a puppet among the criminals.

"I have three brothers. Romeo is the oldest—he's got a mate named Sarah and three kids, Marcus, David and Luke. Then there's Rafael our youngest, who's mated to a beta named Michelle, and they have twin girls and twin boys, Nicky, Ricky, Dawn, Rivers. Rhodes is the middle brother and my twin actually, just recently mated to an omega named Troy, and they have two kids, Sophia and Julian. I tried to process this information—three brothers, multiple mates, at least ten children. It sounded overwhelming, like walking into a situation where I'd be constantly surrounded by strangers, all of them part of this big, connected family unit. "You don't live there?" I asked, latching onto that detail. "

Just then Bastien entered the boardroom and I scowled at him, Ivan snarling softly. “What do you want?” Ivan asked. “Ivan and Javier, this is my boss, Bastien Romania, he's the new shareholder of Romania Enterprises,” Alfred announced. I glared at him as he smirked then he stared at my uncle. “Hello, Harold, long time, I hope you're not too surprised to see me considering your plans failed three years ago.”

He said with a sad smile. “Once you guys returned, the calls stopped, and I figured we’d be safe with you two here to have our backs.” He said now looking over at Ace. “You had no right to do what you did, Romano.” Ace said as he stepped in his brother's face. “I didn’t want to burden you with my issues when you have your own shit going on.” Romano said as his eyebrows furrowed. “You’re my little brother, annoying me and burdening me is practically your job!” Ace screamed in frustration.