Joey Del Marco Novels & Stories

"Mickey's not here, he'll be back soon, if you want—" "That's fine, I don't need you both. My name's Alessandro Russo and I'm here to buy your club." Joey stares, open-mouthed, like the heavens just opened and a real angel came through. He's gaping and not moving, and the guys near the stage laugh as one of them hits the dancing girl in the face with a wadded-up single, and she doesn't skip a beat as she grabs the cash, shoves it in her underwear, then flips the guys off and keeps on dancing. They crack up, loving it.

"And because, despite everything that's happened between us, I still care about you. And that's why I'm here today, warning you to be ready. Gonzalez's son is a beast, Adam. He doesn't think twice before he kills." His words hung in the air between us, heavy and ominous, and despite my anger and mistrust, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of fear in my chest. Marco was a traitor, but he wasn't a liar. Marco turned to leave, but I stopped him, my voice sharp and urgent as I asked, "What's the name of Gonzalez's son? Maybe I can find him, have a talk with him." Marco laughed, shaking his head. "You can't find him, Adam," he said, his voice dismissive as he turned to face me. Even I don't even

Marco inquired, his voice muffled by my shirt. I made sure to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Marco, explaining that Elijah is no longer my fiancé. I expressed my desire to reunite our family with his real father, Marco. The moment I mentioned this, Marco's face lit up with happiness. He embraced me tightly, a wide smile spreading across his face. "I'm so glad that you and Daddy Marco can be a family again," he exclaimed, his voice filled with pure joy and relief. I couldn't help but smile back, feeling grateful for his understanding and acceptance.

After his short-term community service, Jake out and out decided to come with us and an unfamiliar guy, in his statement shirt, whom I just met today. His opal eyes, angular face shape, and his chocolate brown grungy hair sheds another Aries’ offspring. He greeted us with a lukewarm nod and laid his head low again, playing a retro game in his phone. His name is Marco. “He’s a game freak. It’s hard to grapple his attention when he’s too absorbed by the fictitious aliens and virtual spaceships that is his whole life,” Jake japed. Jake’s playful verve is always up the roof. His shenanigans in the fast-food chain made me impassive towards his frivolities.

Joseph followed Desmond closely and casually remarked, "The designer I hired also happens to be a Sullivan." "Oh? What's their name? I might know them."

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

Mayor Perez winced in pain, "What are you talking about? Who are you?" "I'm Carlo Don El Marco, that's right but, you don't know the true story about me. I'm not his legitimate son, I'm a bastard from another woman and not entitled to climb to the cartel throne. They treated me like sh+t and sent me far from home to a battle of no return while the legitimate son is groomed to become the boss of the cartel operation. I am much better than him! He doesn't even know how to handle a gun but me, I've killed men, a lot em' "

He walked into the living room and dialed a number in his phone, when the call connected, he said, “you order is ready, where is the pickup?” “Wow, that is indeed great, I heard the news this morning. Drago is really vexed and is ready to do anything to get his daughter back,” the man replied. “I care not, just tell me where I will make the delivery and collect the rest of my money,” he ordered. “Fine, listen El Diablo, there is a small issue, I didn’t know you would deliver it on the sixth day so I’m not in the country, hold on to the package, you can deliver it to me tomorrow, I will send you the location.”

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

He pushed it back into his pants, his eyes locked tightly on Marco. How he'd gotten into this place with a weapon would remain a mystery. Marco blinked slowly, as if bored. "It's all just for fun De Romano," he grinned wider. "This is your chance to prove you're indeed capable of being the head of The Five Territories... of being The Boss." With that, he dusted his suit, gave one more glance at Rico, and strolled away. "Fuckkk!!" Rico roared when Marco had gone out of sight. His hands were folded into a tight fist by his side.