Joey Del Marco Novels & Stories

"You were just a kid." "I was a DeLuca," he snapped. "There's no such thing as 'just a kid' in this world." The silence between us stretched on for a few seconds, and then he turned to me and said, "You want the truth?" "Yes." "Marco Giordano is the most dangerous man I've ever met,” he said. “And if he knew who you were, you wouldn't make it to sundown." I swallowed nervously, carefully hiding the sudden panic crawling up my spine.

MacJoe was talking to hinself Inside his bedroom without anybody around him, Few hours later, MacJoe called Leo, “hi guy” Leo responded, “how are you today?“ he asked, “I am very happy, and excited” Macjoe retorted, “what made you happy and excited?“ Leo asked, “what I have been battling for more than a decade, I finally overcome, and my mission to stay away from illicit has been accomplished, am now a new being” MacJoe retorted, “that Is a great news” Leo said, “and how Is your have doing, have you started getting along?“ Leo asked,

So, this was the famous Marco Arandia, Deshawn's ex-best friend. "I won't be staying long, I just need to let you know this." Marco's voice was dangerously low and though he was shorter than Deshawn, the pride he held stacked up to make up for the loss of height. He pointed a finger at Deshawn and jabbed it harshly into his chest. "Leave Amalia alone. If none of your dickface friends are gonna tell you, then I will. You're being a twat."

"Marco." Fuck. Marco turned toward the voice. Well, that answered every damn question. "Johnny." Marco held out his hand. Johnny "The Indian" Pahe. If Johnny had a drop of Native American blood in him, then Marco was a green-skinned, antennae-sporting alien.

“I’ll handle Mara.” “I don’t need you to….” “Yes,” Adrian said. “You do.” Jamie’s chest tightened. “You can’t just decide things for me.” Adrian leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Someone from my world noticed you, that changes things.” Jamie stared at him. “Your world?” Adrian held his gaze, expression unreadable. “The man’s name is Marco Bellini.” Jamie’s stomach dropped. “Should I know who that is?” “No,” Adrian said. “And I intend to keep it that way.” Jamie laughed, sharp and disbelieving. “That’s not reassuring.”

Truth is he is so furious and heartbroken. He had seen Iris after missing her for days. The love he had for her never lessen one bit. He still couldn't believe his lust rose up when he nears her. He look up to see Marco had retired to the window with a frown on his face. " Done. You will be good as new once it heals and I have applied the special treatment doc sent so be rest assured. The wound will leave no scar " Joey said softly before packing up his tools. Maximo didn't bother to answer him. The atmosphere is just tensed enough. Joey bow slightly before leaving the lounge and silence fell.

He scoffed. “Wait, who the hell are you?” Marcus couldn’t stop but asked the guy. The guy made a scrutinizing look at Marcus from his foot up to his head. Then the guy looked at Mariko with his brows raised. Like he was asking who the guy was. “Oh, right… Sorry, I forgot. Joseph, this is Marcus Reed.” Mariko introduced Marcus to the newcomer. Before she looked at Marcus. “Marcus, this is Joseph Lee. He’s my partner.” Mariko said as she turned her gaze away at Marcus.

He reached out and shook Jairo’s hand slowly. “I’m Marco,” he replied. “Just Marco.” “Nice to meet you. I’m friends with Leilah,” Jairo said. “Are you her friend too?” Then Jairo, always bold, moved closer and casually put an arm around my shoulders. I gave him a sharp glare, but he didn’t move his arm. He just kept smiling. “A friend,” Marco repeated slowly, his eyes locking onto mine for a moment. There was weight in his voice, like he wanted me to hear something deeper behind the word.

The two ran to the water like kids wetting themselves and jumping without hesitations and fear. While arranging the stuffs I brought, I suddenly realized something and look back at them. They seriously look like humans; they can be wet. I watched them until Angelo came to me running and taking his sleeves off him. My breath shortened seeing his half naked body. His 6 pack abs are outshining the sun. A gulp followed after I close my mouth for almost drooling over his sexiness. “Don’t you wanna join us?” he asked panting a bit.

and slurred voice, he looked drunk. "Ben! Good Ben. Are you all right?" Greeted Marco hugging the man. Jazzy frowned at the sight ... there were some of the man's teeth were hollow. "Honestly I miss you." He laughed, showing a row of teeth that Jazzy found very disgusting. "Ben ... This is Rodrigo, my adopted son ... Sandro ... his best friend, then Jason and Jazzy Mendes ... My ... people in the pack." Marco introduced them to a man who looked at Jazzy in admiration.