Romano X Novels & Stories

Nero I get out of the fucked-up rental car and wait for the contact I’m supposed to be meeting with my brothers, Osiris and Orion. This small Italian town is a far cry from the sprawling urban jungle I’m used to. “The Boot’s shitstain,” I mutter under my breath, glancing around the little town that seems too perfect to be real. Quaint, picturesque, and utterly grating on my nerves. This place is nothing like home. I glance over at my brothers, both looking like they’re spoiling for a fight.

Dominic growled, voice so close to a snarl it barely sounded human, “and I will gut you in front of my men. Do you understand me?” Romano’s hands twitched. He didn’t nod. He didn’t fight. He didn’t speak. Dominic shoved him harder. “Do you fucking understand me?” “Yes,” Romano choked out. Dominic let him go. “Get the fuck out of here! I can see it in your eyes Romano. You wanna fuck her don’t you? “No Dom” “Don’t you fucking lie unless I would put a bullet straight from your mouth and trust me your brain would splatter on the fucking walls”

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

One last glance was to the obvious eyes of Xena looking at him, he didn't know any of her names accept the hunter one, he thought of nailing her about that whilst he taps something else later. She returned a smile to him and he could see she had the same idea but the room quieted down when Roman entered. "Thanks for meeting, we don't have a lot to speak of so it will be brief" he said placing his file down and scanning the eyes. "Xena, well done taking down that vamp in Brazil" Obviously a bow huntress would excel in the A****n, Danté saw her nod smiling. "And of course congratulations to Danté for identifying the hybrid, that earned him hunter rank" Roman said lifting a chained cross and br

he ordered. She almost laughed. *As if she had a choice.* The doors burst open. A man stepped inside, casually adjusting his cufflinks. He was tall, lean, with an air of arrogance that sent alarms through Amara’s body. She knew that face. DANTE ROMANO. The heir to the Romano empire. The man who had spent years waiting for an opportunity to take down Leonardo. And now, he had walked right into Leonardo’s den. “You’ve gotten sloppy, DeLuca,” Dante mused, stepping over one of the fallen bodies. “I expected better.”

Whatever softness had existed in the room minutes ago was gone now. “We need to hit back,” Dominic spat. “This isn’t just Diego anymore. He’s partnered with someone.” Alex’s eyes narrowed. “Who?” Dominic swallowed. “Luca Romano.” Silence. The Romanos were a shadow family—low profile, deeply entrenched in international arms trafficking, and notorious for never playing favorites. If they’d aligned with Diego, then it wasn’t just Alex’s empire at risk. It was his life. Sophia stepped forward. “Luca’s dangerous. His reach extends far beyond this city. If he’s backing Diego, then they’re preparing for something big.”

Kain stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock. “Get out of here,” Alexander growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Before I really hurt you.” Kain, still dazed, sneered at Alexander. “You….Who do you think you are?” Alexander’s eyes narrowed. “I’m Alexander Romano. And you sir are on thin ice. There are a lot of things I can do for you, but today is supposed to be a good day for me. So I will give you a chance to walk away from this.”

Everyone and their uncles know that to have the Moscow Bratva owe you a favor is like having the key to heaven. The room falls quiet again. I can see the next name forming on their tongues before they even say it. Luca tries anyway. “Then… the Romanos?” I let the name hang in the air for a second, tasting it. Rafael Romano. That smug, prick from Italy. I remember him from the last summit; sharp suits, sharper smile, always acting like the underworld was a fucking boardroom. I’ve read the reports on his operation. Clean, ruthless. But never a coward.

" Have you slept with Mark before ?" " No. We only kissed." "When?" "Before you. Please don't turn to alcohol and drugs when things are bothering you. " " You aren't mad at me?" "No I am chilled we've been through hell and back together ." "Any guys I should know about?" " Jealousy makes you nasty." " Not where you are concerned ." "Romano who is my new client." I looked at Cleo inquisitively " What's Romano's surname?" "Luca. He does similar stuff that you guys do at Massa with shipping. Speaking of which ; I am headed to Richards Bay tomorrow, I should be back Saturday evening ."