Romano X Novels & Stories

He dusted off his tunic and while he did a group of people had formed behind us. “Noblemen and women, I am Romulus, the owner of the Nubian, famous for his large cock. No normal woman can take him, therefore I bring to you four of the most exotic and beautiful women in all lands so you can, with your own eyes, watch as the Nubian ravishes them.”

****NEXT DAY**** Aurelio and Sin were sitting as they listened to Godfather Marcelo, briefing Aurelio about Salvatore Romana's mission. He placed a picture of a middle-aged Italian man on the table, "Salvatore Romana, powerful, wealthy, and has connections. He isn't known for his wealth but for the connections he has around the whole world. Try to get in his good books, Aurelio. Don't go around acting all bossy. Get him to be on our side, and we will be unstoppable," Godfather Marcelo said, his eyes on Aurelio trying to read his face. "Why is it called Salvatore Romana's mission since it involves one person?" Aurelio asked, his eyes at the picture, studying the man.

he beamed with a smile. The large gates swung open, and the two dons marched into the wide and sunny courtyard. Fernando stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on Romano, who was swimming laps in his bright pool. A large, exquisite snake tattoo snaked across his back, a symbol of his ruthlessness. Fernando walked to the edge of the pool as Romano reached the side, spitting out water and smiling, a ruthlessly pleasant expression. "You are too late," Romano announced. "It seems you guys didn't like the angel like you claimed you did, it took you more than two days to get here."

Victor Romano made his way towards us, followed by two men whose suit jackets barely concealed their weapons. Unlike Xenois, who managed to make even his criminal enterprises seem normal to the public eye, Romano preferred the stereotypical mafia aesthetic—complete with gold chains and tattoos that were up to his neck. "Victor," Xenois nodded briefly, as he said. "Enjoying the showcase?" Romano's eyes moved to me, watching me as he said. "Mrs. Kingston. Always a pleasure." I smiled at him, fighting the urge to step behind Xenois.

Mine. A knock sounds at the door. One knock, then other knock. Precise. “Come in.” Romano steps inside and closes the door behind him. He carries a folder and nothing else. No tablet. Paper means certainty. He stops in front of my desk. “I have everything you asked for.” I gesture once. He opens the folder. “Matteo Costello,” he begins. “Aliases, financials, properties, shell companies, known associates. He’s clean. Too clean. He doesn’t leave much noise behind him.”

His heart raced as he hurriedly snatched the magazine from the rack, and there, captured in vivid color, was the man who had been carrying Reina earlier in the parking lot. As he studied the article, an overwhelming sense of dread suddenly engulfed him. The name, Xavier Romano, written in bold letters above the photo. Lucas felt small and insignificant beneath the weight of the words. The article described Xavier as a powerful figure in Italy, a man respected and feared, with connections that extended far beyond what Lucas could imagine. Strangely, the name felt familiar. "Xavier Romano," he murmured, each syllable heavy on his tongue, a name that stirred memories he could barely grasp but f

I whisper, not knowing what else to say. “The old one,” Romano murmurs, looking up at me. “Don Marino. He’ll be coming in here more often – I’ve given him an open tab, told him to come whenever he wants. And he’s a cheap old fuck, so he’ll take advantage of it. I want you to take care of him when he’s here. You got it?” Eager, glad to be back to taking orders that actually pertain to my job, I nod. “Give him whatever he wants, Iris,” Romano orders, “but watch him too. He liked you – he’ll want to talk to you. And when he does, I want you to come back to me, and tell me what he said. Do you understand?”

“And aren’t you the one who keeps saying that I’m not fit to be his caretaker?” Lord Ombra glared at Johan from head to toe, then quickly looked away. “I remember no such thing.” “Why this – just wait `till I tell your wife about this!“ “I beg your pardon, Lord Ombra,” Xander piped in before Ombra could snap back. “My name is Alexander Bryon Louise Alcione, third prince of the empire, and I am honored to meet your acquaintance!” The Lord’s gaze now fell on the young prince who gave a deep bow.

“I hope he is not the one whom I am thinking” Time skip At Romano Mansion, Italy 9:00 p.m. Xavier was in the balcony enjoying the elegant and luscious Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti Grand Cru while staring at his sweetheart’s picture. Basically Xavier was with Antonio Romano, mafia leader of the most powerful gang of Italy, “The Wyvern”. ~Flashback 2 years ago At CIA Headquarters, U.S. “Long time no see, Wyvern” Xavier smirked while staring at the guy standing infront of him. That guy chuckled huskily and took of his mask. He was none other than Antonio Romano.

Olivia grumbled, and we both made to go in when Romano cleared his throat. I looked at him to see him raise his brows expectantly. And stretch out a hand. What exactly was he driving at? “What is it?” Trust Olivia to be direct as always. She already seemed agitated enough waiting outside like ducks without having a clue what was going on. “I have performed a service,” Romano said, straining to speak the English words he had probably cracked for this purpose. “I demand payment,” “You want payment?” Olivia spat. I had heard nothing more outrageous. We were on the same team, weren't we?