Joey Del Marco Novels & Stories

Dante said calmly “I believe that we have organized it well enough for you to be satisfied alongside the other partners, shareholders, and ‘friends’. Don’t worry, we won’t have a sniper pointed at you, by the way” Giovanni clenched his fist, but said nothing as he took a step back, followed by another man, and judging by Leo and Aunt Gabriella’s glares, I could tell that it was Mattia. The men walked toward a table, and nodding at the bartender, the man brought them two glasses.

He stood, his movements fluid and predatory, and crossed the room to offer a hand. "Hello. I am Marco," he said, his deep, melodic accent hinting at his Mediterranean pack origins. His icy blue eyes held a sharp, inquisitive glint. Standing well over six feet with a powerful, corded build and a razor-sharp jawline, he was the personification of a lunar fantasy.

I mutter, dropping onto the bench at my stall. “The mighty Logan Shaw,” Marco continues dramatically, “captain of the Titans, destroyer of defenses, allergic to feelings—” “I’m going to break your stick.” “—has been publicly claimed by one Harper Lane wearing the sacred jersey.” Corey slaps a hand over his heart. “It was beautiful.” “It was moving,” Zane adds. “I cried,” Marco says. Cole snorts. I start unlacing my skates, trying very hard not to smile because the second they see it, I’m dead.

I looked at him in puzzlement. Marcus continued, "How were you able to seize Joey's heart back then, even though it was by force? "After all these years, no matter how hard I tried, her heart has always been with you. "Why don't you just die?!" Marcus's words were like a knife, stabbing straight into my heart. The pain was unbearable. It turned out that, without my knowing, Joey had been deeply attached to me all along. Marcus told me that Joey's company had been listed and received government support, so it would soon expand overseas.

After flying to Sicily and being so sure Marco was a dead man, which meant me and my brothers were as well. I was shocked to learn that Caiu is stepping down and Marco is taking his place. So not only is Marco the Don of our city and a few around it, he's the Don of every fucking Don out there. He's the Don of all the cities, all the countries.

Jacob said, his voice echoing from the darkened rooftop, slightly illuminated by the sunlight. "Let me have a go at shooting one bullet at me. I want to see how skilled you are with that pistol," Marco said, causing Pedro to immediately move and touch his boss's shoulder. "He will never be able to shoot me. Stay calm," Marco whispered, making Pedro look concerned. However, after a few moments of silence, there was no sound of gunfire from the barn. Marco knew that Jacob wasn't brave enough to shoot him at that moment.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Marco whispered. Ethan turned toward Marco’s direction, a glass in hand, and the other one in his pocket. “I’d burn down the world to keep her with me,” Ethan’s voice held something dark and powerful in it. Marco had seen Ethan crushed enemies, but not with this kind of expression. This was different and darker than he had always seen. ***** Joey sat on his bed, eyes fixed on his phone, hands clutched tightly on his mattress. “She doesn’t know about us, does she?” A man’s voice came from his phone.

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.”

“I came to make sure no one here gets ideas. Damien dying was unfortunate. But he played with fire. You know that. I know that. You don’t have to pretend otherwise.” One of the old guys shifted like he wanted to say something. I looked at him, then back at the kid. “You’ve got whispers floating through this room. Marco’s name coming up too much. Like maybe he’s still got something. Let me tell you something clear. He’s got nothing.” I stepped forward. “He’s got no wife. No soldiers worth their guns. No power. He’s scrambling like a corner rat, and all he’s gonna do is bleed.” The kid crossed his arms, trying to look firm. “We’ve lost a lot.”