Jean X Marco Novels & Stories

Piero’s voice called from somewhere in the warehouse, the heir’s gaze shifting before finding a crowd of men huddled around a corner. “Piero! Where are you?” He laughed and made his way forward, pushing the men to the side. “Piero, we won! We won! It’s over!” Marco didn’t have to shove the men out of the way anymore, the closer he got to the center, the men automatically parted for him. Marco’s breath stopped in his throat, his stomach twisting with nausea as he caught sight of the tuft of black hair he was all too familiar with. His heart sinking to his feet to see the pool of blood surrounding him. A pale and skeletal figure lying beside him, their fingers hardly grazing.

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.

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.

These two had access to information one could dream of, information that if it fell into the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic for a lot of people. Marco Santoro, otherwise known as the ghost. Marco is a silent type you see, an elusive figure that isn’t seen, but always leaves a mark. A mark that’ll most often leave you with a gaping hole in your head. He oversees the syndicate’s covert missions, including, but not limited to kidnapping and assassinations. His eyes are always hidden behind dark sunglasses, making it impossible to read him.

Marco smiled and said, "That's my girl. Now, call your aunt because we need to perform a locator spell, but first, I must see Zion to understand what exactly occurred." Marco reached the location where Zion and his mother were spending the weekend. Approaching the room, he hesitated, debating whether to knock, wary of a potential setup. As he contemplated returning to his car to mind-link Zion, Zion emerged, clearing his throat. Marco chuckled, "I was just about to mind-link you. Do you grasp the peril of this mission? If it's a trap, we might not make it out alive." Zion offered a reassuring smile, acknowledging Marco's apprehension, and welcomed him inside.

I said, rising from my seat as I looked outside the window. "Jax betrayed him. He killed his family knowing he was captured. Jax was supposed to protect his family but he turned against him, killing them in cold blood. Marco would break at that. Working for Jax is all he has ever known, and Jax couldn't protect the ones he loved. It's a sad story. One that Marco wouldn't recover from. Jax had marked their house with his Mark of Death to prevent the human authorities from messing with his deeds." I let out a dark chuckle.

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.