Lorraine And Marco Novel Novels & Stories

It mattered every time I closed my eyes and felt those footsteps that weren’t there, those headlights that lingered too long. And Marco… Marco wasn’t here. He hadn’t been around much. When he was, it was like he was already half somewhere else, his rage chasing Giovanni instead of staying with me. He loved me, I knew that, but his obsession was shifting. I wasn’t the center of the fire anymore. Giovanni was. And that scared me more than anything. Because if Marco and Luca kept circling each other like dogs, snapping and growling, Giovanni didn’t even need to lay a finger on me. He already won.

And soon, gracious bleak darkness washed over her senses as she faded into sleep in his car. … Marco had driven for a while before he realized that his companion had fallen asleep. Peacefully asleep. He let out a deep groan as he asked himself the exact same question she'd been asking him. "What do I want with you? What am I going to do with you? Why—" He breathed, "am I taking you?" He placed a hand over his head. He couldn't explain it. He was supposed to be getting a girl for his boss, but what in the world was he doing?

Revenge Gone Wrong The house was so noisy. Marco was throwing a party. Everywhere they were women clad in bikinis and some even topless everywhere and some men she had not seen before. The women looked prettier and sexier than she was. When she came down in her own bikini, Marco had embarrassed in front of them all making it seem like she was a child and sent her upstairs. She had been so hurt at the way he spoke to her. He was not really different from Ricardo. They always had an issue with her.

“Considering your dear husband and I don't get along at all.” He walked around to the front of the swing, and reached out with two large, heavy hands, grabbing the iron chains of the swing and forcing my movement to a harsh, sudden halt. Marco was a big man, heavily tattooed like Lucien, but where Lucien radiated controlled danger, Marco felt unpredictable—slippery. “You know, I’ve been dying to know the answer to one specific question,” Marco murmured, leaning down slightly, towering over me. “Why the hell did Lucien marry you?”

Just as the towel passed over his thigh, the partially closed door was suddenly thrown open by Marco. "What's taking so long? What are you two doing in there?" He stormed into the room, his eyes immediately falling on the towel in my hand and Lorenzo's exposed legs. Lorenzo's spirit spun around and roared at Marco. "Get out!" Marco, of course, couldn't hear him. His gaze shifted between my hand and Lorenzo's naked legs, a disgusting smile forming on his face. "Aurora, you're quite skilled at this," he said, stalking closer. "How about you give me a taste of that service too?"

I'd managed to avoid him so far, but apparently that luck had run out. I reached the table just as Marco arrived. He looked at me with those familiar eyes—eyes that had once made me feel loved but now just made me feel cold. "Vivienne," he said, his voice rough. "You look beautiful." "Marco." I kept my voice neutral, aware that people were watching. "Can we talk? Privately?" "No," Lorenzo said, appearing at my side so quickly I hadn't even seen him move. "We can't." Marco's jaw tightened. "I was talking to Vivienne, not you."

Too quiet. But even as I traced the lines of her face with my eyes, one truth gnawed at me. This peace wouldn’t last. Marco was circling. I would let Mirabella have these two days, let her laugh and breathe and feel the sun on her skin. But when we returned to LA, I’d start closing the noose. Because Marco thought he could touch her. And I would show him what it meant to lose everything.

Alessio grunted, fist catching Marco’s jaw, but his strength faltered. Noa screamed, diving in, clawing at Marco’s back, teeth bared. “Get off him!” Marco twisted, grabbing Noa’s hair, yanking him close until their foreheads slammed together. “You taste like him,” he hissed. “I want to ruin that.” Noa spat blood into his face. “Try.” Alessio found the gun again, hand shaking, vision blurred but his aim never wavered. “Let him go.” Marco’s smile turned slow. “Or what? Shoot me again? You’ll run out of bullets before you run out of lies.”

The second centaur was younger, his eyes gleaming with mischief and humor. Even now he grinned at Marcus and Elizabeth. "Elizabeth I want you to meet my younger brothers, Marco and Loren. Brothers, this is my mate." "Welcome, sister." Marco said with a slow smile, though it didn't touch his eyes, which held a guarded and haunted look in them. Loren, the youngest, smiled broadly. "Elizabeth, that's a pretty name. Is she rosy down in her - " Marco chucked Loren on the head and the younger centaur blushed. "I meant no offense, sister." "You must forgive Loren. He's anxious to get his own mate and seems to think of nothing else but women." Marcus explained, glaring at his brother. Loren smiled s

“No one is ending in prison, well, except Valentina’s abductors. J, I'm not leaving without something.” “I don't want you to get yourself into trouble Marco.” “You know I can get it elsewhere right?” “Marco, after all these years, you are still too strongheaded.” “How do you think I made it this far?” He shakes his head and whistles. A lady walks in and he whispers into her ears while she nods. Moments later she hands me an item which I inspect. “Thanks. How's Lora by the way?” “She is fine. Keep it safe.”