Marcello Brothers Novels & Stories

I begin the question but pause when it hits me harder. Matthew my other best friend, a guy with a business mind and husband material, who worked for 'The Stewart's and Co', the avaricious corporation that has currently taken over my company, challenged me once when I invited him to our success celebration, that our company would be the next to be taken over by his and the employees here would go for fishing with their butt out, including me. A surge of tiny anger started burning in the pit of my stomach. " My foot, if you find him," I warn."Tell him that I will pour cement in his mouth till he chokes".

The elderly man opened his pale eyes and finally spoke. “Your contracts can wait.” The words came out sharp and forceful, yet they made no impression on the brothers. Makar couldn’t understand where he had gone wrong in raising them. Perhaps their parents would have managed better, but they had died many years ago, leaving two boys in his care. He had truly loved those rascals, yet somehow everything had slipped through his fingers. That had to change. “You both know perfectly well why I called you here.” “Then why call us at all? We already know who gets what,” Stas groaned, clutching his head.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. His face blanched further, and he avoided my gaze. "Ross just got married, and his wife is pregnant—their expenses are piling up. My parents mentioned his low salary, and as the older brother, I couldn't just sit back. They're right. Siblings should have each other's backs." I leaned against the wall to keep myself from collapsing, the ridiculousness of it all hitting me like a slap in the face. I'd poured everything I had into building our home, while he was dumping money into his brother's never-ending pit.

Tae-Hoon said smirking at the food and took a bite in the most dramatic way. Se-Young chuckled at the younger one’s behavior. Although Tae-Hoon had tried flirting with her numerous times, but he never went ahead of himself, he knew which girl to mess up with and which not. … After a week: Min Siblings had arranged the business party for their most recent success, they were the second most powerful business tycoons of the South-Korea and they wanted to grow their business in hotel management and real estate, but they needed a great target for that and maybe that target was going to be one of the Shim brothers.

“Ew, absolutely not—no.” “Okay...Marcello is not a monster and he won’t snitch on Luis so why can’t we ask your brother—“

My eyes widened in surprise. Elio Saconne was one of the brothers of Tom Saconne, the Don of the Saconne family. Marcelo had explained a little about the dynamics of the mafia families. Tom Saconne was the oldest of three brothers. After him were his two younger brothers, Elio and Felice Saconne. Despite how impulsive Tom appeared, it was a known fact that he doted on his brothers though I had doubts on whether he actually doted on them or if it was simply that he let them do whatever they wanted, precisely because he didn’t care about them.

We come in peace; we were sent here by Carlo DeLuca) one of the men said, "Show me your mark," Marcello ordered not moving his gun for second away from the men, Carlo DeLuca was Marcello's closest ally. The deepest secrets they ever shared was the branding of the members of their cartel. Only they knew how to easily identify each other. Both men raised up their ring fingers which had been tattooed a snake swallowing it's own tail round. His gun dropped to his side. This was his help from a friend. Not a threat. There was a threat still though. And Marcello was hell bent on getting rid of it: for Jasmine and Mars. But first, he needed to get them away, keep them safe. So he called for help an

I didn't want to ask him what it was about so I wouldn't come off as rude but when he started vocalising his multiple 'what the hecks and what the fuck' I just had to come in. "What's wrong Frank?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "It's strange but it's an email from a verified Marcello brand." He said. "I don't understand." "Marcello is one of the biggest and oldest names in the fashion industry and for some reason, according to this email, I'm Marcello's biological son and he wants to meet with me as soon as today if I can make that happen."

'I'm free, finally, I'm free. Marcel decided to leave Charles Lorenzo’s home, choosing instead to live the life of an entrepreneur rather than a mobster. Fortunately, while Marcel was still involved in the Mafia, he owned a legitimate company under his own name. He had, of course, built it through great effort and without a penny from Charles.

Alvin said. "It's not about trust, Alvin. It's about whether he's going to fucking sacrifice himself to bring that bastard half-brother down. God, if I had known something like this would happen, I would have gone and strangled Dominic myself," Marcello said, making a strangling motion. "Except that you were a baby at that time," Wade stated. "Someone better invent a time machine, or I'll bomb this world," Marcello grumbled.