Jean X Marco 소설 & 이야기

"So you came here just to ask about your erasthai? What's her name? Jasmine?" Asked Xander. His wife just brought a tray full of bread, Rene smiled sweetly when she saw Marco. They have known for a long time. Rene knew that Marco is the best friend of her mate. Marco just nodded and took one of the loaves, then ate it. "Yes, you are right, but it was only one of them. There are other things that are more important, there are issues that I want to discuss with you."

Clenching his fist, he replied, “Why are you suddenly feeling concerned about me? Why do you bloody care?!!” Silence hung heavily in the air, and Antonio could feel his chest constrict at Marco’s intense stare. He remained speechless as he tried to find the right words. “You told your men to beat me up and now you have the audacity to show concern after sighting my scars?!!!!” Marco blurted, his voice cracking at the edges. Antonio balled his fist and approached him, his looming presence trapping him in a corner. Gritting his teeth, he grasped Marco’s neck and growled, “Do not even think I have the slightest concern for you! If I choose to kill you at a spot, I won't hesitate to do it.”

As I get to the second set, I'm bored. Kicking him down, I watch him land and walk towards him. "Fuck sake Dario!" Marco looks at me. "I was tired of dragging him." I lean down and see he's dead. "You broke his neck. I hope you didn't need information." I watch her swing for Marco. Moving, I jump in front of him. "No!" She pushes me back, and I fall onto the step. "The little shit will learn." She raises the belt again, and I jump in front of him. The belt hits me, and I winch. She moves, pushing me hard, my body falling down.

"Please tell." "Jacobo seems to be stable now. Though he is still unconscious. Atleast, we are sure we didn't lose him. Apparently, X had planned to kill them both before they spilled anything. That only goes to prove one thing right. They do have important information about X. I wonder how important though." "And... clearly X had an inside help to kill Marco. Who was that?" I asked, so tired of hearing the fact that our men were begin to betray the family.

Maya held her throbbing head groaning, as she desperately tried to remember even a flicker of any image that correlates with what they were saying but her Brain was blank. "So tell us please." Jessica urged. Insensitive to the visible fact that she looked like crap. "I didn't go out with Xavier, I went out with Xavier's brother." Her voice was a little scratchy whisper but they heard her. They both frowned. "But I am certain that was Xavier who came to drop you at home except he has an identical twin. But shouldn't it be illegal for another person to own such a body and face? But does he?" Jessica asked nudging Maya impatiently.

I touched the back of my neck and my hands touched something metallic. “What the fvck!” I cursed with my eyes burning with rage. I looked at Austin and I noticed the same look on his face. “It has it has a micro bomb that can only be triggered by Faceless” “ Shit” I cursed again, I drew out my dagger to remove the device but was stopped by Major Mark. “ You won’t wanna do that, it goes off if you try to force it out,” he said and chuckled loudly. “ Fuck you” I cursed angrily but he only laughed. I drew my Beretta and point it at his head, I was filled with so much rage that I felt like pulling the trigger. The armed men all point their guns at me as I kept shaking with rage.

This would be any lover girl's dream and as much as I want to go with him, we're still strangers. Besides, he has no idea how dangerous Brandon is, but I do. Yes, Xavier may be rich but Brandon has both money and connections. Connections with really dangerous people. I've seen him kill someone in front of me and I can't put Xavier in harm's way. “You don't understand, Xavier.” I take a step back, “Brandon will find me. He always does. And believe me, when he finds me this time, he'll kill you. As much as I want to be free of him, this isn't the way.”

Marco said Joan’s eyes flicked to him, and just like that, that slow, sadistic grin spread across his face. Cocky bastard. "No need to interfere, little puppy. The big dogs are talking." He mocked marco. I saw the way Marco’s jaw clenched. He was seconds away from putting a bullet in Joan’s head, barely restraining himself. I couldn’t blame him. The bastard had a way of getting under people’s skin.