Book 3 in ROMANO'S Series.
(Not a Standalone)
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A squeal to-
ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔬'𝔰 𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔐𝔞𝔣𝔦𝔞 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰
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The moment I knew she is...
It's so demotivating when I literally write the chapters containing of thousands of words, only to get NO COMMENTS, AND NO VOTES
Now, you gusy have also stop voting the chapter..
Thankyou so much if you do, but pleasee... those you dont't.
Dont do this to me, frendzz😢
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Italy, at the Romano Mansion➺
Salvatore sat on the living room couch, surrounded by his grandsons. The eldest -AlessioRomano- sat calmly beside him, while the three younger ones -Dante Romano, Dario Romano,Enzo Romano- ran around, full of energy.
His sons and daughter-in-law were all busy with their work and their lives, leaving him alone to handle these little troublemakers.
Lost in thought, Salvatore was suddenly snapped back to reality when he felt a toy gun press against his chest.
He looked down with a neutral expression and saw the youngest grandson grinning up at him with a sheepish smile.
"Bang, bang! You're caught, Grandpa!" Enzo said with a giggle, pretending to shoot.
A small smile tugged at Salvatore's lips. He leaned back against the couch, his weariness momentarily forgotten.
"You think that's enough to catch me?" he teased gently, his voice warm with affection. Slowly, he reached for the toy gun and gave it a light tug. "Back in my day, it took a lot more than that to catch me."
Noticing their grandfather's playful mood, the other children quickly gathered around him, their laughter filling the room with joyful noise.
Even the eldest grandson, who had been quiet until now, couldn't help but smile, his eyes reflecting the same warmth and love as Salvatore's.
Despite the chaos, Salvatore cherished these moments. The house, which had grown quieter as his own children grew up and became busy with their lives, was now filled with life again.
