Romano X Novels & Stories

“The man you kissed on the dance floor. Do you know who he is?” “Um…he’s a web developer.” “Oh. A web developer.” The sarcasm that twists his lips has me confused. Mason circles the beam slowly until he arrives in front of me once again. The air around us is heavy with tension. “Axel Roman is a romancer for the Italian mafia.” My pulse drops. “What?”

I'm not a mutt. - Lorena! – Romeo reprimands. - I'm sorry, sir. Julius is not a mutt he is a prince. Shane is the mutt. Romeo chuckles. - Shane is the future beta of the pack, his second in command. - A mutt. – she says showing her neck. Romeo laughs. Lorena had started to like Shane and didn't want to admit it to herself. It was so cute. Romeo bites Lorena, but lets go immediately.

He handed it back to Xander. “Thank you,” “I’m Xander, sir.” “Thank you, Xander. I apologize if you got beaten up.” Xander only smiles charmingly showing his perfect teeth. “As for him, since he’s a shifter, it might be possible that his nail will come back,” Roman said. “We had thought about that.” Areston chuckled. “Pulling it every time it grows would be pleasant, right?” Roman smirked as he agreed. He casually picked up his coffee and complimented it.

He says, making my hair stand on ends. Can Roman really be that diabolical?. ###############$$

“Roman doesn’t think much of me, so he doesn’t always notice when I’m around.” “Why doesn’t he think much of you?” I asked, trying not to seem as desperate for his touch as I was. Domenico was the leader, and every man in that space gave him respect and didn’t question any order he gave. The way he interacted with Roman, their shaded words and tense atmosphere. There was history there. “Because he is the son of Giovanni and Renata Ferrante, and he believes that makes him above everyone else. Like I said, I heard the whispers, the plans they had for you. I wasn’t going to touch you, but as they were talking, you began to change.”

A shelf of documents and papers stood at one corner, a drink bar at the other, and a large table towards the end of the wall. “Alessio Verrilli, welcome to my den.” Romano welcomed him and he walked into his office. Romano was thirty three years old and had ascended the seat after the death of his father six years ago. He was very ruthless and cold hearted. He was yet to be married but was known in the entire city for his fuckboy attitude.

He laughed, as the faux announcer shifted closer, and Reena blinked twice in surprise; the only acceptable expression of surprise from an agent. Mr Romano was cheerful and tall with an extremely lean frame. He was also dark, and the tattoos that twisted over his arms also curled their way around his bald head, and his eyes were shaped into narrow slits. “Caelan! About time.” He laughed, as they both clasped hands, and he nodded to the waiter. An act that brought him over faster than Reena could blink.

Ezra Romano Ezra Romano is the most vicious man known, every Alpha pack knows him and his crucial way of dealing with his enemies, that's why most people want to be on his good side, even with his vicious attitude, he stands on loyalty, honor, and respect, girls throw their selves on him, married women ogling their eyes on him, but he doesn't give them his time or attention.

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.

“Celeste has nothing to do with this.” “Tutto a che fare con questo!” Romano’s voice boomed. “Everything! She bears the blood of the man who ended my family. Do you think I can look at her and not see Alessia’s grave?” “Then don’t look at her,” Azrael bit out. The Don’s men stiffened. Guns clicked softly in the dark. For a moment, I thought Romano would order them to shoot him. Instead, he let out a long, quiet breath and said something that made the air go still again.