Joey Del Marco Novels & Stories

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

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.

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.

It was like someone was trying to send a message. MARCO

He kept her from me. “Hoy, Joanna?” I blinked, looking up. To my surprise, it was Marco, Justin’s assistant—clutching two cups of coffee and a small paper bag of siopao. “Oh my God, Marco—hi.” I tried to smile, but it was shaky. “You look like you just got hit by a bus. Emotional bus.” He sat beside me and offered a coffee. “I saw you storm out earlier. Rooftop drama?” I took the cup silently and nodded.

David changed the subject. David lit a cigarette and glanced again at the cheerleader. He lowered his head, smiling, as if understanding something. Maybe David had been in thought too long because Marco noticed his gaze. Marco crushed his cigar underfoot, visibly irritated, and turned away. "Everything in Italy has been taken care of. I plan to shift my focus to North America. I’ll be staying in the U.S. for a while." “Happy birthday!” The stadium erupted with cheers and screams again. The noise cut Marco off mid-sentence. He stood up, looking agitated. “Let’s go.”

"Forgive me if I'm presumptuous... this isn't about my friend alone, but the entire population of Paramour. Can you handle it?" Madam Jenn pulled herself back to sit on the small cushion. "You'll see for yourself later how I will make this town more pleasant. With Del Luna in it, of course," Madam Jenn said with a small giggle. "Del Luna... when we meet, I'll give you everything," Marco said as if a gust of wind had delivered a short but profound message, "I promise." Arkan cried out in pain, causing Marco's subconscious to awaken. His two packs had ended the duel.