When In Rome Audiobook Novels & Stories

Chapter 170 — Rome, Faith, and Ice Cream The plane descended over Rome with that jolt that reminds you the adventure is just beginning. Sofía looked out the window with wide eyes, like a little girl seeing everything for the first time, even though she was no stranger to traveling. But this time was different: she wasn’t alone, nor was she with colleagues or at a conference. This time, she had Adrián by her side, squeezing her hand, and Ayden, who, in his little seat, was kicking his legs in fascination.

a new voice said. The sound of a car engine echoed outside, and a sleek black sedan screeched to a halt at the entrance of the warehouse. The doors opened, and a group of men in dark, impeccably tailored suits stepped out. They moved with a quiet, deadly precision that made the previous henchmen look like amateurs. At their head was Rome. He walked into the room with the calm authority of a man who owned the world. He didn’t look at the chaos around him; his gaze was fixed solely on Alfred.

And I still couldn’t decide whether trusting him was the smartest decision I’d ever made Or the worst. For the next thirty seconds, neither of us speaks. The only sound inside the Defender is the engine as it growls beneath us, the occasional crunch of shattered glass beneath Roman’s boots every time he shifts his feet, and my own heartbeat slowly remembering how to behave. Outside, Florence rushes past in streaks of ochre stone and morning sunlight. The city is wide awake now with People sipping espresso beneath striped café awnings. Cyclists weaving through traffic and tourists stopping in the middle of crosswalks because apparently near-death experiences are a hobby around here.

“ ‎Elias finally found his voice. “Excuse me, I’m—” ‎“Quiet.” Alessio didn’t raise his voice. “You lost the right to speak when you followed him in here.” ‎“I didn’t follow—” ‎“Did I ask?” ‎Roman laughed mockingly. “He’s right, you know. You didn’t follow. You ran. From him. To me.” ‎Alessio took a slow step forward.“Say that again.” ‎“You heard me.” Roman wasn't intimidated by Alessio. His tone was taunting. “He ran. From you. The great Alessio Moretti. Your little accountant would rather lock himself in a bathroom with me than sit beside you.”

Rome: Oh, I was so angry when I ended up alone in the medical room. I sent the nurse to check on Ace, but she told me she couldn't find him. They patched me up quickly. I mean, I could literally shift, but I didn't want to draw the zombies' attention at that moment. I took the medicine and stormed out when I heard a voice that made me stop in my tracks. "Rome." It was a high-pitched voice, but it spoke my name with so much affection.

My voice cracked on the last words, and I had to swallow hard to keep from dissolving into tears again. In the background of Victor's call, I could hear unfamiliar sounds, traffic that didn't sound like Mexico City, voices speaking in what sounded like Italian. "Victor," I said, sudden suspicion cutting through my grief. "Where are you? What's that noise in the background?" He laughed, and there was something in the sound that made my blood run cold. "That, my dear Vivian, is Rome. Beautiful city, really. I can see why people come here to hide."

He listened for less than three seconds before saying, “What happened?” “Something is wrong in Rome.”

Was I really talking to the same man who had an ego larger than the palace? I was finally starting to put two and two together, and something wasn’t right here. His slimy personality at breakfast this morning was a clear red flag. What did he want from me? I shook my head in disbelief. “Just cut the bull and give me the real reason.” Roman shrugged, smirking. “Very well, Audrey.” He dropped his shoulders and his uncomfortable act. “I do need you, and I need Mars—the both of you.” “Have you heard of Soliste?”

"So much noise, so many people. It’s a completely different world out there." "I can imagine," he replies, his knife tapping against the chopping board. "I've been to a few cities myself for meetings, making alliances for the pack. Before… well, before everything went to hell." He pauses, then continues, a slight shift in his tone, a spark of the old Nox. "Rome, for instance. That place is a marvel. The architecture, the history… it's breathtaking. The Royal Wolf Family resides there, you know. Their pack house is ancient, carved right into the side of a mountain. Like a fortress. I met Alpha Lyra, their leader. She’s formidable, but fair. Much different than some of the pack leaders around

CRAP. What else could best describe sitting in the dark while listening to Alejandro's masterpiece for the hundredth time? It was ten in the evening, and Rome felt like it was going to explode any second. [Did you hear that, Maestro?] "What?" [This part.] Rome heard Lucille's fingers tapping on her computer. She rewound the piece and played a particular segment from it. Same old. He heard nothing but a man trying to kill his piano, not even a symphony or anything he could relate to.