Joey Del Marco Novels & Stories

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.

(Joey POV) I am going to be Beta of West Mountain Pack. Me. ME. Goddess, no matter how hard I worked the past few months, I never expected this. Nor did I think I deserved it. High school Joey was lazy, rude, and a bully. But now I am going to be Beta. Holy Goddess. If it wasn’t for the seriousness of the situation, I would be jumping up and down. But alas, I had a job to do.

Leaning back in his seat, Marco smirked and signaled to Gino, who approached him without hesitation. "I want her for a private lap dance," Marco whispered, his eyes still locked on Delilah. Gino nodded and made his way over to the club manager. It didn’t take long for the message to be delivered—Marco Donato was a VIP, and no one in the club would dare refuse him. The manager quickly agreed, knowing full well what Marco was capable of if he didn’t get what he wanted. Delilah, unaware of the exchange, finished her performance and made her way back to the dressing room to change.

Trying to process what just happened. Dante Valentino. Marco's cousin. The boy I loved. The father of my child. Here. Alive. Real.

"besides, she's not the type of girl who will just succumb to anyone, she's... she's..." "Crazy," Marco added. "I mean, who lets a stranger drives them home?" He grinned. "I think Jamie boy got this shit under control. You know what man, I'll teach you everything you need to know about wooing a woman. I know they don't teach you that in detective school." He smacked my back again grinning. Marco was a really big flirt. "I swear I'm going to kill you litt-" Enzo turned more serious. "Jamie boy and taking risks. It won't be long till she finds out you're not genuine."

Not me. Jeomar Russo is the kind of guy who doesn’t beat around the bush and tells the truth like his life depends on it. Basically, he doesn’t take it easy on me, and I like that for some reason. He’s refreshing in the most unassuming of ways and grumpy from a side that feels more like a bad mood than a personality trait. None of that matters, though, now. I’ve never felt more protected or safe than when I’m in his care. Marco is the opposite of Carlos and every other guy I’ve dated. They were pretty and predictable, from their upbringing to their schooling to the expensive haircuts and perfectly pressed jeans that their stylist picked out.

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

"Sierra belongs to me, Drake. Don't you dare come near her." A smirk played upon his face as he found himself sprawled on the ground, defeated. Without further delay, I climbed into my car and drove off, leaving him behind.