Marcello Brothers Novels & Stories

"Who is this new guy?" Karla grins happily. "Marcelo." "Aren't you tired of Latinos?" I chuckle. "Bitch," she scoffs. "This is the interesting part. Marcelo is Mario's younger brother and can you believe that... Once upon a night, he found us fucking passionately in his living room at midnight. I bet Mario now wants me back so badly... God! I love my life." I laugh so hard. "And what did Mario do after catching you two rabbits?"

The rumors were true. It was said that the Gilbert brothers were polar opposites—while the older brother was exceptional, the younger one was nothing but trouble. Outsiders whispered that Norris was an illegitimate son of the Gilberts, with ill intentions and a hidden agenda. Judging by how he was acting now, it seemed like he really did want to fight for the family fortune. With a possessive arm around me, Norris spoke in a low, deliberate voice, "He's nothing more than a breathing corpse now. Stick with me, and I'll take good care of you."

Marcelo said, turning around to face Dante again. They were half-brothers? Woah! That left me a lot more questions. "...but I'm still your Boss!" He spat at a now quiet Dante, who still had guns pointed at him from all directions. "It will do you well to remember that, before stepping out of line again." With those words, Marcelo turned around to continue his walk into the main building. His grip was tight around my wrist, as he pulled me along. I could tell he was way more pissed off than he showed, and it scared me.

“And why am I reacting like this? And the truth is we are not married." "What are you saying?" "Huh, you still deny the truth?" Calista stared at Nicolas. The pains she feels seem to be coming back from those times. "Our marriage was not real. You made me believe that we are married, for what? So that you can grab me by the neck and do whatever you want?" Nicolas was surprised, he couldn't even answer. He didn't know that Calista already had an idea about the fake marriage he did more than three years ago.

THE COLLIN BROTHERS; Two most prominent business entrepreneurs in the entirety of Chicago. Xavier Collin and Hardy Collin; twins, but not identical. Xavier Collin, a brunette-haired man, endowed with the rarest fierce eyes, tall with a very antagonistic character. Also the owner of Fredo's inc. A fashion company. Hardy Collin on the other hand was way distinct from Xavier. With the way they acted publicly, it was easy to pinpoint that Hardy was the cheerful one, also more indulgent to work with. He owned an automobile company; RNV.

and Mara looked away not wanting them to notice her presence. "Just now as I was going to deliver documents to the marketing documents, I saw a gathering in front of the CEO's office. I moved closer to investigate and I saw the CEO straddling Mr. Reeves, basically bashing his head in." She said and the blonde employee gasped. Mara raised her eyebrow as she turned to look at them.

Edwin had asked, shortly after waiting for a while. "On their way up, I already called them" Marcus said and Edwin didn’t bother to ask him how. He already knew the three brothers can talk to themselves through their mind links without actually saying a word, part of the reason why he felt coming to them was actually a good idea even though their existence is just as disturbing as their other counterpart, but then again, they were still the lesser evil and more reliable. They waited another moment before they were joined by Marcus two other brothers, Jackson and Lucien who showed up alert as though they were already in the knowing.

Marcelo stays with me. “Good job man.” Marcelo says. “What do you want? Why are you helping me?” “Dude, relax. I just saw you stressing out so I told you to breathe.” “Why tho. You could’ve just made fun of me.” “ You know not everyone at the school is an asshole.” “Thanks, I guess.” I still don’t trust him. He must want something from me. Most likely money even though I have none. There’s no time to think about this. I have to take care of this.

Dante’s twin brother. I'd never met Marco; I only knew he existed. Dante had told me Marco handled family business in Europe and rarely came back to Chicago. Whenever I asked, he'd say they didn't get along and told me not to push it. But what was he saying now? "Bro, you really never touched Rose? Seriously though, she's a hell of a ride." Marco’s face twisted into a sickening grin that made me want to throw up. I had to fight to hold it down.

Rain started to fall. Inside a hidden chamber of the Cassano estate, the lights stayed low, the air thick and suffocating. Marcello Cassano lounged on a leather couch, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled around him. His eyes were dark. Cold. Cesare's second older brother. The family's underboss. Real power already sat in his hands. And he wasn't hiding his ambition anymore. Back on the summit of Monte Terminio, the second he watched Cesare collapse over Noemi—break completely, lose the strength to even stand—Marcello knew.