Marcello Mob Novels & Stories

MARCO I sat in my office, spinning a pocket knife between my fingers, the faint glint of the blade catching the dim light. The motion helped me think, a small distraction from the conversation we were about to have. Tony, Carlos, and Luis stood before me, waiting for my signal to start. “Alright, Tony, what have you got?” I asked, not taking my eyes off the blade. Tony cleared his throat, stepping forward slightly. “According to Cain, this Marcel guy works as a mercenary for various families. That’s about all he knows. Why Marcel’s interested in us or what he’s doing in New York? No clue. Cain wasn’t much help beyond that.”

As Jason led Julia in, she could not help but find herself being mesmerised by the beautiful and elegant structure of the building, but she could not immerse herself in it for too long as she was pulled gently into it. *** “What have you got?” Donatello questioned as Marcello entered the office. “I have received some reports from our men and as we speak Marco and his men including Martin are currently on the run. I learnt that they are wanted by the U.S government.” Marcello explained. Don scoffed and lifted his hand to his chin. When he replayed the whole scene of his rivals escaping, he chuckled. They were never meant to be. Not in Italy, or any other location. He was the leader, the one w

“I would have liked my men to blow your mansion to the Devil.” “Well, I guess you get what you pay for. You’ve always been a cheap bastard, Marcello.” Nico tapped him playfully on the cheek. The big Max cracked his knuckles, giving me a wink. I quickly looked the other way. He went over to Nico. “I heard some interesting news on the street, Nezu,” he told Nico, “The talk is that Marcello signed up with the Snake Man.” Nico’s hands slid almost lovingly into Marcello’s curly hair. Then he tugged his neck back so violently I heard the vertebrae in his neck crack. I cringed.

He's a native Italian speaker. Sarah adds, "Miguel studied law. He works with the family." Of course, he does. Marc takes the opportunity and explains a little about their legitimate business. Luca and I are still looking at each other. I wish he would look away first so I wouldn't look stupid, but simultaneously, I don't want everyone to think that I'm in love with him. So I concede. I glance at Mary and notice that she's staring at me. I can't imagine why.

Honestly, who had ringtones in this time and era? I returned my focus to my friend hanging on one of the hooks I specially designed to hold people for interrogation but Enzo beat me to it. “Marcelo Richardson, born; in 1985, address; 67 North Hill Street, wife; Angela Richardson, Children; Clare and Ronald Richardson. An investment banker by day and moonwalks as a trained arsonist by night. I’ve seen a couple of your works abs I must say I’m a fan, it’s probably the way you set off the flames or the color of the game, I can’t put a finger to it but I do know you’re very passionate about your work. It’s a pity you had to end this way.”

James sighed and said, “I know that the power disparity between me and him is huge. However, I was the one who annihilated the Son of Heaven. Since I was the one who created this trouble in the first place, I don’t want to get the innocent involved.” “There’s nothing to worry about.” Marcello smiled and said, “A few cultivators of the Demon Race have arrived. We’ll help you out.” Hearing this, James turned to look at him. Marcello was a member of the Demon Race and an enemy of the three thousand Sealed Realms. Once Marcello’s identity was exposed, he would be in deep trouble if they mistakenly assumed that he was in cahoots with the Demon Race. “Thank you for the offer.”

But before the child reached the door, Alexander’s voice halted him. “Wait a moment.” The boy turned around, his large eyes blinking curiously. “Mister, is there anything else?” Alexander tilted his head slightly. “What’s your name?” “Marcello,” the boy answered proudly. “It comes from Marcellus, a Roman name — from Marcus, linked to Mars, the god of war. It means ‘little warrior’ or ‘warlike.’ But my mum calls me Cello — like the instrument, violoncello.”

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Back in the last three days before the marriage, and her insane proposal to this man in front of all the spectators from the PUB where they are. Xavier Jay Accetturo is the second son of the most influential family in Mover City, Country Z. He was a Dr. by profession with a Ph.D. in Psychology, a drag racer champion, and the owner of the A Hospital. The only hospital with complete facilities which lead to its enormous success in the field of medicine. It is also where experiments and research occur in the field of science. So every doctor here is a world-class talent and not only t

“And take Faith to school. Don't let her out of your sight, not even for a second.” “You are no fun,” he grumbles, leaving. First, Faith. Now Jerry. Am I really no fun? At about ten o’clock, my phone rings. I answer it without glancing at the caller ID. “Hello, Marcello. How do you like my present?” “You idiot! That shipment was worth over 20 million dollars!” “I am aware.” Marcello blows hot. “You have bitten more than you can chew.” “Oh, I am only just getting started. If you don't want to lose everything, you will stay away from me and all that concerns me.”

Marcello never calls him ‘father,’ but he would gut other gods for him. By the time I was ten, Marcello had already carried out his first clean-up job at fifteen. He was my best friend, yet some days, I didn’t envy the loyalty that made him stay. “The bodies in East Corridor wasn’t freelance,” he'd stopped twirling the cross. “We found Calliari ink – the left shoulder and old crest from New Jersey.”