Jean X Marco Novels & Stories

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

Marcus said with a smirk on his face and covered the space between himself and Xavier, staring him right in the eye. “So what's it going to be?" Xavier felt Marcus' threat more than he heard him, and what annoyed him the most was the fact that Marcus had nothing to lose if his secret got out. He was too intelligent, not just afraid, to take that kind of risk with a person like Marcus. “Well, now that you've made that clear, do me a favor and get out of my way. I need to redo my calculations and get all your boyfriends on the team,” Xavier said through his teeth.

Make sure to go there". Marcus stood up to leave. "I will surely visit it and will congratulate him personally". Xavier said with clenched fists ------- Tabby

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?

The enemy of everything she stood for had captivated her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd been played. Suddenly, the face her mind had tried to ignore stared back at her. Mr. Xang was in the photo too, standing at the extreme left of the photo, his arms draped tightly around a naked stripper's waist. He was the arms dealer she'd killed, and remembering she was the one that did the world that favor brought her a fleeting solace. Mr. Marcus Xang was connected to Stefan and the De Rico Mafia Empire. But how? Why?

The treads looked worn - a sign that nothing, not even duracrete, can last forever. Marco emerged from the stairwell and scanned the surrounding walls. Besides the sentries, all of whom were where they should be, there were two additional figures. One raised a hand in greeting. Marco recognized Marcus Doug Douglas and his niece Sophie. He waved in return, started his morning walk, and felt conflicting emotions: resentment of the manner in which the other two had invaded his morning routine, contempt for his own lack of flexibility, and a deep sense of sadness. Though never really close to his parents - they were too busy for that - Marco had always known that they loved him. Now they were de

Marco may had trusted this girl easily but why was it hard for him to trust her, it seemed there's more to her than the cover picture she gave off. As they drove off a few cars started to follow behind, Davin and Aveline shot a few tyres with Mariana until they reached an open ground where the two jets were. They all stepped out of the car running towards the jets, Gaetano helped Mariana and Aveline up then he did the same for him self. "Fucking shit ! " Marco swore as he removed his jacket then painfully unbuttoned his shirt, Mariana sat by his side placing the bag down.

“Great.” “Rule two,” Marco went on, “keep your personal drama out of the spotlight. That means no visible fighting. No rumors. No leaks. You’re allowed to have tension, but only the sexy kind.” Xavier raised a brow. “Sexy tension?” “Don’t test me,” I muttered. He chuckled under his breath. “Rule three,” Marco said, “don’t let Katrina find out.” I froze. So did Xavier. “She’s still in the dark,” Marco said gently. “I’ve managed the press. But if she finds out from anyone else? It’ll be war.”

He cussed and screamed. I frowned at the pathetic display before me. Marco wasted no time as he walked over and delivered a clean punch to Jaxon’s gut. Jaxon doubled over, coughing violently at the contact. Marco grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head up. "You're about to die, and you're still flaunting your name? Where the hell do you think this is?" Jaxon finally caught sight of me as he was struggling to get on his feet. I walked over and sat on an upturned crate, narrowing my gaze at him.

In a high end restaurant, with luxurious and expensive decor, Xavier was seen, sitting at a table. He was dressed in a black-custom made suit, his dark inky hair, shaved and styled to fall by the side. His eyes shimmered with pride and excitement. Tonight, he was going to sign and finalize the deal with Mr. Marco, which was finally going to give him an upper hand over Morgan. He smiled at the mere thought of it, just then he caught sight of Franco, walking in with a group of two men. Xavier slightly frowned, because he didn't see Mr. Marco come in with them.