Novel & Cerita Attack On Titan Marco Bodt

If it wasn’t about to get Raven killed, the sheer bravado of it would have been cowboy poetry worthy. “Two minutes out,” Tony said, rounding a corner so quickly the tires squealed. I went over in my mind all that I knew about Marco Vitelli. Former Italian special forces. Expert in interrogation and demolitions. Utterly loyal to Xaviero (maybe since the latter had saved his life after Marco's family tried to kill him for fighting too much. Marco didn't just kill people. He made them suffer first. Made them beg. Made them break.

If Rico found out Marco had betrayed him, it meant death. The guard on the porch was smoking, and had his back to us, rifle slung lazy over his shoulder. I was on him before he could puff out the smoke. I wrapped an arm around his throat, and expertly slid my between his ribs, holding still until he stopped moving. Marco dragged the body behind the woodpile like it weighed nothing.

One of them shouted. "Over my dead body!" Marco roared. He loves Mandy so much that he was willing to sacrifice his life for her. Not long after, another group of men surrounded Marco and Mandy. This time, it was to protect them from the attackers. However, Marco was shocked. He wrapped his arms around Mandy to shield her. "Don't worry, they are my bodyguards," Mandy whispered to Marco. Marco calmed a bit even though he didn't retract his arms from Mandy.

Behind her she heard Isabella screaming orders. Heard Dante's men pushing deeper into the yard. Heard explosions shaking the ground. Then she looked back. Marco was still at the van. Barely standing. Blood covered his chest. His eyes found hers one final time. There was regret there. And relief. As if he finally believed he had done one thing right. A gunshot rang out. Marco collapsed. The rain continued falling, the battle continued raging. And somewhere beyond the smoke, gunfire, and chaos, Dante Moretti was coming for her.

I looked at the CCTV footage on the screen. Then I looked at the photo. Then back at the screen. The same tattoo. The same face. My eyes darkened in realisation. Marco. He wasn’t just one of my guards. He was one of Hiram Moretti’s men. "Fucking hell.”