Marcello Mob Novels & Stories

By judging the warmness between them, I could smell something was brewing which isn’t good for me. I thought something and dialled Marcello who was at the warehouse to take care of the business. “Come back to the estate in thirty minutes.” I ordered him and pressed my mind to remember if I was missing something. “Capo, do you want to me die an untimely death? I literally flew the car to reach here in thirty minutes, I almost hit two cars, a half dozen of people. If it wasn’t our area, I would have ended up in prison for breaking traffic rules and attempt to murder of innocent people.” Marcello complained as soon as he entered into my home office.

And then reality slams back in my teeth. “That’s good enough for now. Anything else?” He hesitated. Then… “Marcello and his new allies. They’ve been meeting often. My mole says they’re planning a new wing.” My jaw clenched. “What kind of wing?” I asked, although I already have my suspicions. “Girl trafficking.” His voice was taut with disgust. I slammed my fist against the armrest. “Why? Why the fuck won’t Marcello listen? I told him…keep clean. But no, greed always drags men to the gutter.”

"I swear, Alessia, I never meant for him to get involved. I just... I mentioned his name once, in passing. But these guys, they latch onto any information they can use." Alessia felt as though the floor had dropped out from under her. All this time, she'd thought she was protecting Marco by working for Nikolai. But if he was already on the Bratva's radar... "Does Marco know?" she asked, dreading the answer. "No," Tony said quickly. "At least, I don't think so. I kept him out of it. I figured he was in enough trouble already. Then he was picked up and was sent inside so it didn't matter. I thought it was over, but they came back. Demanded another name. That's why..." He gestured to his batter

You are the weak point of both. I stopped listening. He just said something that had knocked me out. Something so incredible that I couldn't even hear how they used me. No. He had first heard the name G. Greg. Gregory. I understood why they wanted to be called G. I tried to suppress a smile, which was not very appropriate at the time. What was a scary mobster Gregory going to call himself? The worst part was that I had learned his name at a not-too-good time.

Marcello's voice was rising, his anger palpable. Rose's eyes widened as she listened, her mind racing with the implications of what she was hearing. "I don't pay you to make excuses; I pay you to get the job done," Marcello snarled. "You're going to have to do better than this, or you're going to find yourself swimming with the fishes." Rose's heart skipped a beat as she realized the true nature of Marcello's business. She had suspected that he was involved in some shady dealings, but she had never imagined that he was a part of the mafia.

He has no direct affiliation to the Mafia, but he makes certain to be here whenever I need him. Even Mirabella knows nothing of his existence and I intend to keep it that way. Marcelo was last seen boarding a private flight to Tesoro Azul. It is believed that he made a stop between Escalera and Chuparosa. He wasn’t traveling alone, but I’m yet to discover the identities of his companions. More information will be— The bed shifts, Mirabella’s small moan while she stretches herself awake flooding into my ears. “Matteo,” she murmurs wordlessly, her voice rough and tired. “Why are you up so early?”

Marcello appeared beside me at some point, sliding into the seat like he had been there the whole time. “Messy,” he said, glancing toward where Alessia had stood earlier. I didn’t answer. He studied me for a second, then leaned back. “You’re thinking too hard for a bachelor night.” “It’s nothing,” I said. He smiled like he didn’t believe a word of it. “Sure.” I stood up. He didn’t stop me. Outside, the air hit colder than expected. The car was already waiting. I got in without speaking. On the drive back, Marcello talked about nothing that mattered. Business deals. People he didn’t like. A shipment coming in through Sicily. I heard none of it properly.

“Are you stalking me?” Marcello chuckled. “Not officially. I just want to be friends.” Emilia stiffened slightly. “You must be joking, why would you want to be friends with me” He stepped a little closer, and Mochi instantly stood, his eyes narrowing. The cat hissed quietly, positioning himself protectively in front of Emilia. Marcello’s gaze briefly flicked to the small animal before returning to her face, amused. “Relax,” Marcello said smoothly. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just feel like everyone here misunderstands you and you need a real friend.”

Across from him sat Van Vicker, his longtime ally and the only person reckless enough to tell him the truth. Marcelo slammed his glass down, amber liquid spilling over the rim. "I want to go back to Morano," he growled. "I must have my woman." Van Vicker exhaled, unbothered. "Here we go again. You always act like a psycho each time you're obsessed." Marcelo's lips twitched into a sharp grin. "I chase my prey until I get it. Giving up isn't in my DNA." Van Vicker scoffed, swirling his drink. "You are talking about Alessia again, Luca's bride aren't you?"

"Welcome to the Mob League, Nyx. My name is Don Marcelo and you’ve been chosen to join us, but before you can, you must pass a test." The name also rang a bell in her head, Don Marcelo was the head of the Macaris Family in Romoto, the Macaris Family were the most feared Mob family in Romoto, seeing him life and not just the stories Big Tom told of him made it so surreal for her. Sasha’s heart raced. She had expected some sort of initiation, but she wasn’t sure what it would entail. Her muscles tensed as she braced herself for whatever challenge they were about to throw at her.