Jean X Marco Novels & Stories

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

Raven, glancing over her shoulder like she knew she shouldn’t be there. It could’ve been nothing, but nothing didn’t look this secretive. Marco leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “You gonna ask her about it?” “No.” Jaxon didn’t look up. “Why not?” “Because I want the truth, not a story she thinks I’ll believe.” Marco watched him a moment, then shrugged. “You’re running hot, boss. Zane’s playing you, trying to make you jump at shadows.” “Then I’ll make sure the shadows bleed when I hit back.”

At the end of the hall, the door to Marco’s secondary security outpost stood slightly ajar. We stepped inside, leaving the thumping bass muffled behind the heavy walls. The small room was bathed in the harsh, blue-white light of a half-dozen monitors. Marco sat at the center console, his silver mask pushed up onto his forehead, his dark eyes locked onto a cascading wall of encrypted code. Leo and Jennifer stood behind him. Jennifer looked breathtaking—and entirely lethal—in a crimson gown and a mask made of actual raven feathers, her posture rigid with a fierce, reclaimed strength.

m. "Talk to Xena to manage the club well. Fortunately, she didn't meet me today because she's still abroad. If not, maybe I would question the effectiveness of her work so far," Marco said, making Pedro just nod. Marco indeed had some trusted people like Xena, who managed his club. Xena could be considered a friend whom Marco trusted to manage his assets. This time, his friend was abroad on leave from work, which made Marco somehow not too concerned about whatever he wanted to do.

Running up and down, then left to right, looking for one person or the other. I can hardly walk straight anymore. "Okay, that's it for today." I yell, clapping my hands. "Roll it up people, you did a great job. I pack my bag hanging it on my shoulder. That's it for today. i flag down a cab, but got distracted by a car horn. "Get in." Xavier's head pops out of the car window. "No, thanks." I reply shaking my head in refusal. "You either get in, or I will throw you in myself." Xavier threatens calmly.

She rushed to him, hands searching his body for wounds. “Not mine,” he muttered, pushing past her, straight to the bar. He poured whiskey like it was water and downed it in one swallow. Her stomach sank. “Then whose?” He looked at her, eyes bloodshot, jaw locked. “Marco.” Her heart stuttered. She knew the name. She’d seen Marco at Eden countless nights, quick with a grin, loyal to Jaxon to the bone. “He’s still breathing,” Jaxon said, almost like he was convincing himself. “But Zane…” His voice cracked, then hardened like steel. “Zane doesn’t just take lives. He takes loyalty. Piece by piece.”

Unfortunately, Xavier chose that exact moment to glance over at us from across the rooftop. His expression remained calm and controlled. But his eyes? Those cold blue eyes practically screamed murder. A shiver crawled down my spine and Marco seemed to notice it too because he chuckled softly into his wine glass. “Careful, Bella. I think your mafia lord is deciding whether to kill me or not.” “That sounds dramatic,” I replied, taking a sip from my wine glass. “Trust me, Italian men are dramatic,” Marco murmured and I snorted before I could stop myself. That seemed to be the last straw for Xavier because the next second he came towards us and the next thing I knew he was dragging me out of the

This caused her small party to laugh. Zach and Sean were talking about football games and whether they’d catch a Bears’ game when Marian and Jack came back inside; both smiling with tears in their eyes. Alarmed, Claire raced to their side. “Is everything good? You look like you’ve been crying.” She was concerned when Marian just shook her head, then enveloped her in a hug. “Everything is great. That was actually Leader Xavier, calling from Opal Moon. You’ll never guess what happened.” This seemed to gain everyone’s attention. Marian focused on Claire. “You remember me telling you about the little girl that Marco sacrificed his life for about ten years ago?”

I was going to keep pushing, keep asking, until I got the full story. The night went on, but my mind was elsewhere. I could hear Jean talking, explaining more about the gala, about his family, about the hotel, but I wasn’t really listening. All I could think about was Marco, and what he was hiding from me. Why had he really come into my life? What did he want from me? And, more importantly, how deep was this game he was playing?

"What the heck?" Ajax asked, shocked when he walked in to Xanthe’s cafe. He stared at the Marquess, who was still cleaning. "Is that Marquess Santi Fierro?" She nodded. "Yep." "And the Billionaire Marquess is cleaning your cafe?" Ajax asked, not believing it. She nodded again. "Don't ask me why. I'm shocked, Ajax." Ajax blinked at the Marquess. "I'm shocked too. I didn't even know he could use a vacuum. Wow! He's holding a dustpan. Holy cow..."