Ruska Roma Novels & Stories

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

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

Rome calmly said. Was it just my imagination… or did his tone change when he spoke to me? Soft and calm despite his low voice. "You’re falling, huh?" Cheska said as she stood up, eyes locked on Rome with a smug grin that didn’t know when to quit. Clearly, the threat hadn’t scared her off at all. What are they even talking about? "No. Stop it, Francesca Emilia Lombardi," Rome said. Cheska’s eyebrows shot up. "Whoa… not the full name, signore."

And for the first time, they didn’t say Don Romano’s son. They said Dante "The Devil" Romano. And New York learned to fear me. Present The club was alive with the usual vices music, smoke, liquor, and people spending their money. La Rosa Nera was too loud, too bright, too fucking everything. In my office I swirled my bourbon, watching the ice melt as Enzo and Luca argued over the Bratva’s latest move. "—could hit the docks Thursday," Luca grunted, his massive arms crossed. "Take them out first."

Roman says sitting. "He likes expensive food. He only eats organic. He is rough in the intimate department. He likes to put bruises on you. He dyes his hair, which is natural brown, and sometimes grows out his facial hair. He got a rich grandma who thinks he walks on water. She gives him money. Her name is Elsie Good, "Rose spits out. "Any scars or tattoos?"Roman asks. He is texting someone. "He got dragons on his back and roses on his chest. He is a violent man, "she sighs sadly. The bags under her eyes are still there even after twenty-two hours of straight sleep.

"And you are?" "Viktor Romano. Your cousin… Distant cousin. We met once. You were maybe seven. I was in my twenties." Romano. The name sent ice through my veins. "I don't remember you." "No reason you would. I left the family when you were young. Moved to Prague. Went legitimate. Built a real business." "What do you want?" "To warn you." He didn't wait for permission. Just started talking. "There's a faction. Romano loyalists. People who still believe in Dante's vision. His legacy."

’ I said turning to him slowly. ‘You’re cheeky’ he repeated tilting his head and frowning, ‘Is everything okay?’ he asked, concern plain on his face. Heat rose up my body and my face flushed at the thought of Sasha in Berlin when he discovered I wasn’t wearing underwear under my long skirt, he too called me a cheeky zayka, which meant rabbit. I shook my head as I reminded myself that Lyosha, the Russian tour guide had called me zayka several times as well and this was clearly a Russian term of endearment. ‘Yeah, fine’ I said with a smile, regaining my composure. Jamie took care of serving the rest of the family, while I sat across from Vasya to enjoy my meal.

Alessia faked a smile and bowed down. She understands them... She wasn't part of the family. Dante smiled, assuring her, and then she followed the guard to the next stair, leaving the family to their discussion... Once she was out of sight, Mr Moretti spoke up. "I don't know what you are up to, but just so you know, the family business is at risk. The Ruska Roma(Rome mafia) are after us, and they send us a message using Benita's boyfriend," Mr Moretti explained, and the TV clicked.

Camila questioned, her brows furrowed. “I don’t like him for her,” he said simply. *** Romano Russo stared at the tall glass windows, overlooking the beautiful night view of the city. Beautiful stars shone brightly on the blue canvas that was the sky. The pointy lit up tops of the buildings added to the beauty and serenity of the view. He took in a long drag of the cigar stuck in between his lips. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his pristine Italian suit.

I almost died because of his vexing presence. I turn up in our apartment before midnight, and Mom is already in a tight sleep. I kiss her good night and then saunter into my room. Upon sitting on my bed, I open my laptop and search 'Rusco Andreyev' on the Internet. A website says he's the founder and market leader of the dominant luxury vehicle manufacturer in Russia called 'Doyarka.' Doyarka is most well-known for its tough off-road trucks and cruiser motorcycles. I'm shocked by these flooding achievements the company has attained. Mister Rusco Andreyev proposed a job for me in his company. I can't believe it. This is real, right? This is real.