Marcello Mob Novels & Stories

ROME, ITALY** Marcelo was staring at something on his cell phone. He was staring at the photo of his brother, Vincenzo and his family. He looked at the photo with hate. Vincenzo was standing in the middle with Gianna beside him. At their sides were Antonio and Lorenzo. He smiled when he saw how grown up Lorenzo was. "Papa is coming back for you", Marcelo said with a smirk. Dune came in and scoffed when he saw Marcelo staring at his brother's family on his phone.

And as much as the board members hated to admit it, they knew it. Riccardo’s gaze swept over the room before landing on a man sitting at the far end of the table. He was older, graying at the temples, but there was a sharpness to his eyes that made him dangerous in his own right. His name was Marcello, and Camilla had never trusted him. “You have something to say, Marcello?” Riccardo’s voice was deceptively soft. Marcello didn’t flinch. “We all know the situation. The leak about the shipment is only the beginning. Someone is trying to destabilize us. We need to move quickly before the damage becomes irreparable.”

Gianluca Martelli, an Italian Mafia lord based in New York could be seen making his way out of his company and into the car that was waiting for him. He was a handsome man with deep blue eyes that reminded one of the deep blue seas. He was built like a demigod, with height-6'5. He had a chiseled jawline too. His eyebrows were neatly carved. His light skin which was almost pale did well in complimenting his deep blue eyes.

It's been two weeks since I met vincenzo, Gabrielle, and Valentino. My mafia is hosting a ball to welcome the Italian mafia, which means I'll be seeing Vincenzo. The ball is on Saturday, It's Monday and Mia, Gabrielle and I are going dress shopping.

She was in front of the courthouse. “It is confirmed that Mr. Marcelo, one of the most powerful and respected businessmen in New York, is sentenced to a ten-year imprisonment for fraud and an attempted murder and Kyle Shore to five years’ imprisonment as an accomplice. Mr. Marcelo stole over five billion dollars from the government over the past ten years …” “Can’t believe he could do that,” Beth murmured. “I thought I knew him.” She shook her head sadly. Alex touched Beth’s arm. “Is everyone ready?” Jacob popped his head in through the door.

I looked up and met Dante Marcellos’ jaw-clenched, dark, and dangerous gazes at them, with his frown line marking the space between arrogantly slashed brows. What is he doing here? He's not supposed to be here. Dante Marcellos… The charismatic head of the Marcellos Empire. Owner of the majority state-owned petroleum and natural gas in America, Asia, and Europe. The multinational conglomerate. The King of the Kings. The most powerful and dangerous mankind I've known and existed. The untouchable and undefeated in the business world. No one can surpass him. Many dared but failed. “W-What are you doing here? How did you get inside my premises?!” James yelled with rage.

Marcel said, and for the first time he dared to close the door in front of Ciko’s unfocussed face. Inside the room, Marcel took out his old mobile phone and dialed Aldi. “Hello, Mr Marcelino?” “What if my wife’s family is interested in collaborating with you, Sir?” Marcel asked without beating around the bush. “I’m not interested in that,” Aldi replied. “If they want to work together, let them find a suitable partner themselves. The issue here is that I would like to have you as my business partner for now.” Marcel nodded in satisfaction. “Thank you, Sir.”

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."

Jacopo said, and Marcello couldn't help but scoff. "I'm not easy to kill." Marcello drew. "I could order my men to storm into this place right now and kill you." "And you think I don't know that?" Marcello said, chuckling. "You wouldn't want to take the risk of going against the Mexican Cartels, Yakuza and Sicilian, would you? Because actually that is what you would be doing if your men dare lay a finger on me," He paused, gaze darkening. "That is if their heads are not separated from their body before they get to lay a finger on me."

'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.