Marcello Mobster Novels & Stories

She was in front of the courthouse. “It is confirmed that Mr. Marcelo, one of the most powerful and respected businessmen in New York, is sentenced to a ten-year imprisonment for fraud and an attempted murder and Kyle Shore to five years’ imprisonment as an accomplice. Mr. Marcelo stole over five billion dollars from the government over the past ten years …” “Can’t believe he could do that,” Beth murmured. “I thought I knew him.” She shook her head sadly. Alex touched Beth’s arm. “Is everyone ready?” Jacob popped his head in through the door.

For my own safety, he said. The Falcos had murderous mafia families for business rivals, after all. Even the Internet confirmed it, leaving me quite caught up on the latest buzz about modern day business tycoons—the Tomassini clan, the Bôzìcs, and other international syndicates operating in Europe and nearby continents...which could only mean one thing: The Falcos had long been involved with the mob? Hence Miles saying he didn't want me to keep seeing or talking to Lorenzio? So, the Tomassinis were also a mafia family?

I already knew they were working with Sonia to leave NYC. "I'll order that right away. I just thought you should know, that we ran his biometrics data and found something very interesting. He is a citizen of Italy and goes by the registered name Mario Karts. Karts is an Italian mob group, a former branch of the Di Marco syndicate. This Mario guy seems to be the head of the group " Karts? Mario Karts...Leonardo Karts. What's the relationship between the two? One wanted to take my woman from me and the other claimed to have killed her. Fvcking clowns!

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.

"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.

He drove me to the Rossis. And if it was the same Marcel I was thinking of, Damien had no idea what kind of fire he was playing with. My mind reeled, trying to connect the pieces. It had been weeks since I last heard that name in any relevant conversation—so long since I managed to claw my way out of the hell that working for him had been. Marcel wasn’t just some name on a contact list. He wasn’t just another criminal running underground deals or laundering dirty money through respectable businesses. He was a different breed entirely. The kind of man who didn’t just play the game—he controlled it. And he didn’t tolerate loose ends.

One swift blow from Adam will put an end to Adam's father. "Are you seriously challenging me, Adam? No, you can't! Keep in mind that I have the organization with me right now. The Montero will kill every living thing that surrounds you, from your mother down to the woman you love,” Marcel threatened, which made Adam stop walking. "That's right, Adam; that exactly is what I meant. I'm aware of how shit scared you are. Since you no longer have your father's assistance, how do you intend to go up against the Montero? The Italian Mafia?" Marcel continues before breaking out into an uncontrollable fit of maniacal laughter.

I wasn’t done. “Tell me,” I said, voice deceptively light, “how does a man as paranoid as you end up trusting someone faceless?” Marcello swallowed. “He offered millions. Came recommended. Said he had connections in Middle East demand circuits—” “Name?” I cut in. “Doesn’t have one,” Marcello muttered. “Just calls himself The Broker.” Lorenzo scoffed. “Fairy tales.” “No,” Dante said suddenly. “I’ve heard of him. Whispers only. Smuggler, trafficker, fixer. But no one’s met him. Some say he’s ex-CIA, others say he’s not even one man.”

I was going to fight him to stay the hell away from Lily if only Nonna hadn't pushed me out of the kitchen. The corpse of Marco Salvadori stared expressionlessly at the bright blue sky while we kept eating brunch. Nonno believed that wasting food was a terrible sin. Matteo Russo wasn't always a wealthy gangster. He grew up in poverty after he lost his father in the war, but he possessed a powerful sense of pride and an unshakable desire to succeed. He ultimately achieved his goals, rising to become one of the era's most notorious mobsters.

I sneered, hiding the dessert bag away before he could steal more from the bag. Marcelo laughed, it was the most humourous laugh I have ever heard. He took a large bite of the cupcake and licked his lips. Smiling wickedly. "You really think being in the Mafia doesn't involve stealing, abduction, and all the good stuff?" "It's funny when you said the word 'abduction' with a straight face." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "And who the fuck say those are good stuff?" "The Marino brothers." He shrugged, grinning.