Joey Del Marco Novels & Stories

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

I was about to walk away from him, deeming him unfit for my strength when I heard heavy farmiliar sound approach behind me. Santiago’s voice slipped through the tension. “Marco?” Matteo’s voice followed, but a bit lower, colder. “Who is this?” My father’s eyes lit with interest. “Ah, friends. You never told me you had friends.” He stepped forward, extending a hand like he had every right to be introducing himself to them. “Elijah. Marco’s father.” Santiago’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t shake his hand. Matteo hesitated, then reluctantly accepted it, out of courtesy rather than respect. “I’m Matteo Dela-Cruz, Marco's friend.”

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

The car took a turn and tensions rose as she spotted the club from a distance away, God she didn't want to come back to this place—she'd just gotten over being dumped like a rag after the most exhilarating sex she'd had in a while but now she was being dragged back. ‘Don't embarrass me Kathleen'. Grayson muttered as the car stopped in front of the building. She gasped for air, unsure of what he meant as she was being blindsided and to make it worse he addressed her by her first name...she hadn't heard him say that in a very long time so it felt somewhat unusual. Taking a deep breath, she came out of the car and tagged along behind him as they ventured into the VIP section of the club. There

De Mario traded with him. "And why would I do that?" Ben grunted, feeling steam coming out of his ears. "Because I am the only fucking chance to get that asshole!" De Mario let out. Ben hesitated before replying to him, "Okay, deal." De Mario gave him a photo of Marco. "If you get that guy, you'll get Bruno," De Mario said to Ben. "Who's this guy?" Ben asked him, furrowing his eyebrows. "I don't know, but it's your job to find out," De Mario said sarcastically. "I only know he works for Bruno."

Hr growled, pulling her face closer to his, his lips at her ears, "Anything for you buttercup," That night, Marcellus stood by the glass window in his dome, casting a weary glance on Ocean city. He slowly exhaled the smoke from the cigarette he rolled between his lips. His jaws clenched and unclenched from worry, the air was thick with something evil and ominous he could feel it in his bones and it chilled him to the core. Something just didn't feel right. Karma was really a bitch. And she had him wrapped around her little fingers now. Leading him right into his destruction.

Then he paused and added, “Since you asked about me, Well, I am Marco Moreno, popularly known as Marc.” What?! Julia shouted in her mind. The man before her was a well known upcoming mafia leader. She had heard about his activities in the United States, and now, he was back in Italy! “Today I appear to be in a good mood,” Marco announced as he stood up. “In order to keep me in this mood,” he turned to Martin, “you know what I need.” Martin gave him a look before directing it to Julia, who was still sitting and staring at them.

Reina: Do you know any thing he owned, ladies he was involved with, business associates anything? Marco: yes he owns a club, a lady name Rose was his slut and also was involved with Nico from the stingers for a business for which I think you handled. Reina: why did you not tell me this earlier. Marco: it slipped my mind. The name of his club is red death.

Jessie insisted. Marco reluctantly sat down, as did Sir Kyros. As Jessie and I prepared the food, Marco suddenly spoke. "I’m taking Lyrica back to the province with me." Jessie and I turned to him in surprise, while Sir Kyros let out a low chuckle. Marco shot him a glare. "I’m Kyros Pantelis, Lyrica’s boss," Sir Kyros introduced himself with a grin. "I’m Marco Trinidad, Lyrica’s boyfriend. We’re leaving today, so she won’t be coming back to your bar, sir," Marco said seriously.

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.