Marcello Mob Novels & Stories

I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo. “Hey man, thanks.” I say. He takes his headphones off. “What?” He says. “I wanted to thank you.” “For what? It was all you dude. You just had to be confident.” Maybe he isn’t as bad as I thought he was. “If you need me, I’m here.” He says as he is about to go back to do another set. Before he starts his set I interrupt. “Wait, can I get your phone number? It’ll be cool to hangout sometime.”

Marcello shifted the gear and headed towards a building. "Enzo?" "Vincenzo. I can't believe you don't give him nicknames," Marcello shook his head. "I do. Bastard, pervert, psycho killer, asshole," Wade replied. Marcello shook his head. "Jesus Christ, and now I can't believe he didn't put a bullet to your head or peel your skin off," "Who are you?" "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Marcello, Enzo's consigliere and best friend. Nice to meet you!" He sounded cheerful.

That was a first. Marcel squeezed her shoulder gently before looking her straight in the eyes asking, "I just realized that you're bowing your head and apologizing more than usual lately and that is not like you, Macy. What is going on with you?" "You're so obsessed with that girl, it's beginning to bother me," Macy was tempted to say however she knew that would only complicate issues. Marcel was trained to be the heir of the Luciano clan and he doesn't work with sentiments. Showing Marcel her vulnerable side would not gain his pity or affection, rather he would look down on her.

Yet, who could have imagined he'd assign me something even more challenging? Wife? Really? He even mentioned that we don't have to be in love with each other. Has he gone mad? Does he see love and marriage as mere child's play? Ugh! I let out a sigh before taking the contract. "Let's see if he has anything good written here," I muttered to myself. Contract Marriage Agreement This Agreement is entered into on [date] by and between Mattia Luigi D'Amato, hereinafter referred to as "Party A," and Peony Sinclair, hereinafter referred to as "Party B."

My hands curled into fists. “Why?” Marcello stood. “Because I got tired of waiting.” “For what?” His gaze moved toward Leona. Then back to me. “For you to lose everything.” My chest went cold. He pulled out his phone. A document filled the screen. Assets. Accounts. Companies. Everything. “What is that?” Marcello smiled. “Your future.” I stared at him. “You're going to transfer everything.” My blood froze. “Every company. Every account. Every asset you own.”

His words carried a tinge of satisfaction, confirming Georgina's suspicions that their presence at the gallery was a cover for a clandestine transaction. As the truth settled within her, Georgina's mind raced to comprehend the depths of Marcelo's involvements and the true nature of his empire. Marcelo reached for a drawer near the bed, retrieving a bottle of wine. With an air of indulgence, he declared, "This was specially made, brought all the way from France. I reserve it for moments of celebration, and today is one such occasion."

I am. The door to the place swung open, and in walked Marcello, still riding high on his win. "What’s going on? Why do you look so damn proud of yourself?" Gabriele’s voice rang out. I glanced over and immediately felt my headache worsen. Great. Just what I needed—my cousins. More people to laugh at me. Marcello cleared his throat, trying to act cool. "I just beat Marco Moretti in chess. A real game. No distractions, no letting me win."

Redoing a summary of my life I realize that there is no happier moment than this one, meeting Amy again was like having back a little piece of me that had been ripped off. My desire was to stay there glued to her the whole time but my duty called me, I reluctantly moved away from her and spent the whole morning trapped in the office with Aníbal and two of my security guards. ___"" Do you really think it will work? ___" I'm sure anibal was 15 years of legacy, every mobster around italy and the world knows and fears el diablo, they won't deny me support so easily, people from the south will support us you bet book a dinner with di Paolo

I put the phone aside, "You can leave now." As soon as Agatha leaves the room, I get up from the bed and go to see if there is anyone behind the door, seeing no one, I move away a little and talk to Iuri again. "Emma, are you still there?" "Yes, I am, you can talk." "Got it, Emma. We finally have someone to help." "Who?" "Vincenzo Santorini." That name was not on the list Iuri showed me months ago. I know Vincenzo Santorini, there was no way I couldn't. He was one of the most dangerous mobsters I have ever heard of.

Marcel who had released the hug wiped Valerie's tears slowly, seeing Valerie's face made Marcel feel like he had a younger brother to protect. Marcel took out his cell phone to call someone who would help him. "Prepare a private jet and find an apartment in America as soon as possible." After calling his right hand, Marcel put his cell phone back into his coat pocket. Not only did Arthur have the power but Marcel also had full control of half of Davidson's wealth. And Marcel also owned a real estate company that he had started from scratch until it grew rapidly until now. Marcel carried Valerie's body and placed her gently on the bed. Marcel leaned down slightly so that he could see Valerie'