Lorraine And Marco Novel Novels & Stories

Secrets, lies, and hidden agendas—we were all tangled in it. Lucille looked like she was about to explode. She hadn’t seen this coming, and honestly, neither had I. Marco’s plan had blindsided all of us. “I set everything in motion before I even left for Italy,” Marco said calmly, stepping forward. “I made it look like Marcello went to negotiate with the Grimaldi family. That was a setup—I knew I’d have more control if you all thought I was out of the picture. And when the whole family gathered, it gave your plan the perfect opening. But you walked right into mine.”

They both lay in a comfortable silence for what seemed like hours till they both fell asleep. Marco happily drank wine while he played with a lady boobs who was wearing a transparent night gown, there were two other ladies with him one was massaging his shoulder while the other one collected the wine and stated kissing him. Angelo barged into Marco room angrily; he wasn’t surprised to see ladies in his room but seeing the ladies made him angrier. ‘Marco, what the hell did you do to Lisa’ Angelo asked angrily fuming ‘What do you mean amigo’ Marco replied smirking as he kisses another lady.

I whispered against his lips. His eyes flickered, heat sparking instantly. “Not even close.” And then he kissed me. Hard. Fierce. Like he was starving and I was the only meal left in the world. His hands slid up my back, pulling me deeper until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. “Lorenzo—” I tried to breathe, but he swallowed the words with another kiss. That’s when the knock came. Sharp. Annoying as fuck. “Don Lorenzo,” Marco’s voice carried through the door, clipped and impatient. “We need you. Now.”

Feeling relieved, Isla hurried back to join Sade and Madison. When they stepped into their own classroom, Isla couldn’t help but notice Marco sitting near the back of the room. He was the new kid from New York, and he already had a reputation for being a bit of a troublemaker. Marco had three sisters, a brother, his mom, and his grandma. Isla had overheard Sade saying that his dad had passed away earlier that year during a robbery. Marco caught sight of Sade as they passed, and without missing a beat, he reached out and gave one of her braids a playful tug.

Antonio whispered, his breath hot against Marco’s mouth, his eyes filled with lust. He reached down and groped Marcos, eliciting a moan from him. Marco grabbed his shoulders and deepened the kisses As their tongues clashed, Antonio’s whiskey-tinted mouth intoxicated Marco further. The taste of alcohol mixed with his unique sweetness clouded his senses. As Antonio leaned forward, Marco took off his pants and undid the zipper. His face remained poised over him, breathing heavily. Antonio’s cock broke out, huge, veiny and loaded as it rubbed against Marco’s flushed face. Their lips crashed once more–hard, heated, stealing the breath from each other’s lungs.

“Marco doesn’t consider you as just a friend. And if I’ll have my way, if you’re not married, I’d like you for my cousin.” Elaine shook her head. She was a typical teen. She opens her mouth without thinking. She drank from her bottled water. “See here,” she said and she passed her cell phone to her. Elaine's eyebrows raised when she saw Marco’s picture in bed. He looked serious, holding and staring at the screen of his phone. “It’s Marco? What about this picture?” “If you’ll browse through his phone, there’s just four pictures in it. They’re all of you. When he’s in his room, all he does is stare at those.”

I turned to him, heart dropping fast. "Before we do this, there's someone I need you all to meet." He nodded toward the doors. "Lola, come in." The doors swung open. A blonde in a tight red dress walked in, heels clicking like gunshots. Her pregnant belly said it all. "This is Lola," Marco said, lacing his fingers with hers. "She's having my baby." The ballroom broke into a storm of whispers. My blood went ice-cold, but I kept my face stone still.

“Aha. Coward.” Reno paid the check and they quietly walked back to their apartment. The night was so cool and wonderful that she didn’t mind the silence. But when it followed them into the apartment, the silence became uncomfortable. They stood in the small living room, secretly stealing glances at each other. The last time Loraine had done something like this was in junior high after a really bad date with the son of her father’s friend. It was so ridiculous it made her laugh. “Okay, I’ll ah, just get ready for bed.” She turned around and was about to go into the bedroom when his hand wrapped around her wrist.

Before boarding my flight, I snapped my SIM card in half and tossed the pieces into the trash can. On the plane, I watched the clouds give way to a bright sky before I closed my eyes. This was goodbye, Marco. … Back inside the Cossini estate, Alessia once again resorted to her usual tricks, claiming that her chest hurt and that she needed Marco to stay with her. Marco sat beside her with a cigar between his fingers, his brows drawn tightly together, a sense of unease gnawing at him. He had a niggling feeling, like a voice telling him that he was about to lose something precious to him.

He looked like someone who was carrying a very heavy secret. "He thinks I'm down here to scare you," Marco said quietly. "He thinks I'm the bad cop. But listen to me, Raine. Or Arthur. Whatever your name is." I froze. "How do you know that name?" "I know a lot of things," Marco said. He leaned closer, his voice dropping so low I could barely hear him. "Things are falling apart. The Morettis are pushed to the edge, and the police are looking for a reason to tear this building down. Andreas is losing his grip. He’s emotional, and an emotional Lionel is a dead Lionel."