Marcello Mob Novels & Stories

Dante glanced at me. “You’re not going to deny it?” “Why would I?” I said calmly. “Fear works better than truth in situations like this.” He didn’t argue with that. The car moved through the city. And unlike at other times when the city felt indifferent to things like this. Today, even the city’s energy has shifted. Marcello was probably the most powerful man in London, and one of the most well-known, too. His death was bound to shake things up. “Boss.” Dante's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I heard my phone ring. I glanced at the screen only to see Jose's name float across. I picked it up immediately.

Fred's expression changed slightly, but he didn't say anything. Marcelo was still angry with Skyler. "Isn't it the fact that I'm Jocelyn's elder cousin? Why can't I call him Skyler? Have I made any mistake?" Skyler looked at him with a faint smile. "Of course, it's the fact!" Elyse glared at Marcelo with disappointment and dissatisfaction. She whispered in his ear, "Mr. Moore comes here to give you venture fund!" Hearing that, Marcelo fell into a trance.

Marcello was a fucker who wasn’t worthy of breathing. Along with the rest of his criminal enterprise… They took part in human trafficking, exploiting and selling women. It was disgusting… Unforgivable.

They say an idle mind is the devil’s workshop but the devil must be working extra hard because few minutes later, I’m scrolling through Marcello’s I*******m and gobbling up every information about him on the internet that I can find. Reels of him in Business mode, clad in expensive looking designer suits and million dollar accessories. Pictures of him side by side beautiful women…I swipe past those ones without a second thought. I come across one with a tall brunette woman in what looks like a resort. The brunette has her arms around his biceps. The cover up she does nothing to hide the her shapely body underneath. To crown it all, Marcello is looking at her FONDLY. It is such an out of plac

He clasped Mariano's hand for a firm shake, then took mine, planting a soft kiss on my knuckles. "Mariano," The man said, "Its a pleasure to see you again." He nodded, then looked at me. "This is my Isabelle. Bella, this is Ralph, the head of the Irish Mob." I smiled at him. "Congratulations for the new consigliere, Ralph." He nodded at me. "Thank you." When he was gone, I finally breathed. "Such a good girl," Mariano whispered enticingly, "Keep it up and I shall reward you tonight."