Marcello Brothers Novels & Stories

Marcello said, a sudden, bitter chuckle breaking past his lips—a dark, humorless sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "I signed the papers and handed the entire empire's future to them without a second thought. It was the first time in my life that I accepted defeat, you know? The great Marcello Vitale, bowing his head to the enemy. But I didn't care about the money. I didn't care about pride. I just wanted my brother back." He paused, the silence in the room turning suffocating, thick with the weight of an unresolved grief. "But they killed him anyway," he whispered, his voice dangerously low, almost devoid of emotion, which made it ten times more terrifying.

Four years of marriage. Four years of giving everything to a man who hated me and always talked down on my body. And then it all came to an end with just one signature. Divorced with nowhere to go, I called my mother for help. She agreed to help, but she had just one condition: “Come meet your stepbrothers." I met them, and wished I hadn't. They were everything I was running away from. Everything I never wanted to face, and meeting them, getting close to them, was playing into my mother’s plans. It made me become one of her pawns in a brutal game. Staying in the same house with them was hell and heaven at once; it was everything I never thought I needed. And the more time I sp

One big, heavy thing that I couldn't deny. I cherished them. These brothers. I cherished them far more than I ever should. I don't want to let them go. Not for a partner, not for their own selves. Ever.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Which, to be fair, they deserved it. "Maybe if you guys stop doing illegal shit, Dad won't have any reason to be up in your ass." I shrugged, already getting tired of this shit. I just wanted a good night sleep, not this. "Is your Dad also gay?" Marcelo suddenly asked, making me snapped my head up to look at him. He looked damn serious. "Why would he want to be up in my ass? I'm fucking straight, man." Fuck! Maybe having spent time with just one out of the three Marino brothers made me think Giovanni was the craziest. But fuck it, Marcelo was the worst.

If reinforcement came, glory be to God. Marcel located his uncles, Benjamin and Robert, the sons of Mattia who murdered Albine and was cast away from the family line. While Benjamin fathered Gabriel, Adele, Cindy (plus his two late sons), Robert was the proud father of Arthur and Lance. Out of the two brothers, Robert was the most confident that he would return the rulership to their side of the family with the help of his son, Arthur. He was proud of him. And speaking of Arthur, Marcel's gaze rested on the scene of the young man bullying his younger brother without anyone noticing. It was no secret news to Marcel that Arthur and Lance were in intense competition with one another.

“I heard you made calls.” “I did,” I replied, voice flat. “To block Seth’s trade,” he said, not asking. I stared at him. “And?” Marcel hesitated, then chose his words carefully. “It wasn’t a good decision to go against Seth and their family.” My eyes narrowed. “Not a good decision.” “No,” Marcel said. “It was a dangerous one.” I felt heat flare in my chest again. “Dangerous doesn’t mean wrong.” Marcel took a slow breath, like he was forcing himself to stay respectful. “They’re one of the most powerful mafia in the state, Reinaldo.”