Romano X Novels & Stories

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.

KIRA’S POV Coming out of the mansion, I spotted Romano leaning beside a black SUV, dressed in worn blue jeans and a black sleeveless vest that clung to his masculine frame. For the first time, I noticed the large spider web tattoo crawling from his neck down across his chest before vanishing beneath the fabric. My curiosity piqued, wondering just how far it extended—but I quickly pushed the thought aside. Spotting me, Romano pushed open the rear door for me, waited for me to climb in, slammed the door shut behind me, and slid behind the wheel.

Huh? R? What's– Roman. “Bastard!”

Romeo's explanation already reddened his eyes. "I've done all the Beta tasks so far. I am making the pack safe despite yesterday's obstacles. I've tried to make the people not in trouble, I've also helped all your work well, and lastly ..." Romeo pointed at the black ink list. "I've cleaned the rogue from every corner of the pack, without exception." There he pointed to Rena's name listed. Early fall, 2009. A small teenager entered the Southwest region. Name: Rena Schaci. Status: Rogue.

Zach Romano. Leaning against the kitchen doorway like it belonged to him. His black hair was a mess, his blue eyes flat, unreadable, and his bare chest on full display, carved with muscle and shadow. On his ribs, a tattoo stretched over olive skin, an Italian cross with Latin scrawled underneath. Mors tua, vita mea. Your death, my life. I stared at the tattoo. Then, slowly, my eyes dropped to his torso. Abs, tight and low, vanishing into a pair of dark gray sweatpants slung dangerously low on his hips.

The masked man continued talking gibberish ‘You have one month to surrender your wife willingly Romano, or it will be a war that would end in both your deaths’ His distorted voice ended and the video went black. That was it? I wanted to laugh. A war I won’t win? They clearly had no fùcking idea. I am Romano Cappellucci. War is my middle name, it seems like I've been too quiet these days. It's time to rain a little havoc on some roaches. I shut the laptop with a snap and reached for my phone dialing my trusted friend. “Romano,” Fabiano’s voice answered on the second ring. Fabiano and Alberto were the only people I could call my friends, they were the people I could trust. Alberto was good at

Romeo was groaning with pain and could not see clearly for his right eye was totally blind. He was in the back of a van and his whole body was soaked in blood. What was supposed to be his clothes were torn into blood soaked rags. He could not feel his body. He felt totally numb and his voice could not come out. He was trying to call for help but nothing could make sense as his voice could not be heard. The only sound that was dominating was the sound of the engine of the van he was in. It was roaring as it bumped on the gravel road making his body to ache even more. It was as if every bone in his body was broken. He could not even lift a finger. The more he tried to make a move the more the

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

That's the rule, so the man have to sleep with someone in order to leave the hotel, unless the guy wants to live there forever. Darrem forgot that the lady wasn't aware of his role in this business. He has no plan on telling her anyway. If he would reveal to her that he was the CEO and founder of Casa Roma, he will lose the thrill of their meeting. He was Darrem Roma, the CEO and founder of Casa Roma. He was the youngest child of Chasy and Roy Roma, one of the richest businessman in America. Their family own Vianca Island, and many properties and land around the world. They also own T-RACE, a known shoe brand and Aromani Wine. His mother gave him the permission to manage the resort business

His eyes then darted to Geoffrey’s corpse on the ground, and he frowned deeply. Meanwhile, Donald said to Adrian softly, “Mr. Xander, this is Romain. It’s said that he used to be a captain in the outlands and is very skilled at his job. He’s the security team leader of Fowler House.” As Donald spoke, Romain pointed his gun at Adrian and the others. His gaze turned ferocious. Romain said, “I don’t care who you are. Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head. Or else, I’ll blast your head open with my gun.”