Marcello Mob Novels & Stories

"I'd kill you even if you just annoyed the fuck out of me." I turned to face the silent man. As I had asked, he was beaten and bleeding. Yet he made no disclosures. I was curious as to whom he had leaked information regarding my business dealings. Because the worst thing a mob could have were immature, careless informants who would flee to the police or sing to the greatest bidder.

“You’re right. Something else is going on.” “We need to find a way to follow Marya. Marcello is always well protected, but she... She likes to move around on her own. If Marcello is really after someone big to support his political campaign, then Marya might be the one to pay that person a visit. Marcello probably can’t be seen with them, and he can’t trust anyone else, so Marya is the perfect choice.” The idea that Marcello might run for office makes my blood boil. That asshole should be dead and not having the best moment of his life.

“Ah, I mean, could you protect me and my fief? Because, after I tell you the truth, I don’t think the other party will go easy on me.” He crossed his legs and caned his chin as if he was thinkung about something. “Are you saying that your mastermind is of higher status of you?” He started asking. Marquis is of higher status than Baron so that counts, right? “...Yes...” “...I see.”

And if Lorraine Vergara is still alive and she was the one who did it, Marcel won't let it slip and he'll square off against her. When he was just about to get up and take care of some essential affairs in his company, he felt an unexpected vibration coming from his cell phone. Marcel took it and looked at the caller ID on his phone. It was a shareholder in DLT hailing from the country of Spain. Before answering the phone, Marcel inhaled deeply and paused for a moment. The tone of his greeting to Mr. Zacarias was one of genuine enthusiasm. "Mr. Zacarias! Good evening! Oh, I almost forgot; in Spain, it is not yet evening. Sorry about that. I'm-"

Dario spoke loudly, gaining the attention of the other four men present in the room. "I had no idea that you had this sort of fantasies, Romeo. We invited you a lot of times, but you always declined us."Marcello said this as he started to make drinks for me. Marcello is a charming but ruthless businessman known for his cutthroat tactics. For a second I didn’t understand what Marcello was saying but then I remembered this circle is all about sex, money, and power.

Because standing infront of me were two terrifying mobsters. Marcel pushed his hands inside his pocket and pulled a card out before placing it on the counter. "My offer still stands, you can contact me." He winked and walked out of the kitchen along with Harold. I took the card from the counter to tear it apart but before tearing it, I read what was in it. Marcel Delacourt, New Port, near San Marino, Pearl City, O'ahu, Hawaii. Main branch: Marcel Delacourt, Viale Maria Cristina di savoia 16 Pontasserchio, Pisa, Italy.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

The alphas began to spit-ball ideas and Jasper listened with a sense of shock at the violence of the suggestions. “Marcel Damiano,” Jay threw out when the other ideas had been knocked back. “Marcel?” Sebastian leaned back in his seat and raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t he a she now?” “Yes, Marcel now goes by Marcella,” Jay nodded. “Has an apartment above the Wicked Moon nightclub. Speculated to be Reid Morrison’s future second, as they have been friends since childhood and are known to be in each other’s pockets. I say we rough Marcel up a little, break into the apartment and scare the shit out of him.”

He put some food in his mouth and enjoyed the flavor before saying, "Mr. Gulliver, I'll do everything I can. However, in terms of the benefits…" Kelvin smiled thinly and took out a check from his pocket. He pushed it over to Marcel. Marcel glanced at it and immediately refused, saying, "Oh, Mr. Gulliver. Before I can be sure about whether or not I can help, you don't need to be so polite." Marcel wasn't an idiot. The Gullivers and Sebastian had been locked in a fierce battle for quite some time. Although Sebastian was a relatively unknown nobody, he did have connections with Zeke from Steinberg Pharma.

I responded with nervous haste, "It appears to be true." Sarah’s confusion was palpable. "What do you mean?” She needed more explanation from me. I hesitated, then gave Sarah a call. "I found out that Marcelo is the CEO of KM Group after marrying him. I'm sorry for not mentioning it sooner." “Don't apologize. I knew Marcelo was more than he seemed, but the CEO of KM Group is beyond my expectations. Luckily, his appearance remains a mystery; otherwise, your phone would be inundated with calls, especially after the last auction. Now that he's in the spotlight, watch out for other women,"Sarah advised.