Marcello Mobster Novels & Stories

After so many days, i have finally learnt to walk normally after his Hardcore sex. Before he comes out I quickly washed myself and wore my dress. I grabbed my purse and Ran downstairs and finally out of the mansion. This house will always haunt me, this is not house it's a hell for me and That man is Lucifer. Dominick Moretti, Italian mob boss. I hate working for him but at the same time I am proud of myself that I am knowledgeable enough to work with him. I am his personal accountant. I manage his accounts. And this is what keeping me and my father alive.

A minute later, Marcello walked into the dining room, he didn’t look like the second in command of Vincent but a changed man with a straight face and confidence in his posture as he stood by right side of Vincent. “Marcello, these are the documents with the signature of all the family members of De Niro family. From tomorrow, you’ll be the Capo Dei Capi and your words will be the rule for all of us.” Vincent said with a smile and Marcello turned to face him.

Seven days had passed since Vitali got injured. From what I’d been able to gather from his phone calls and discussions with Antonio; the person who attacked was called Martini Rossi. He was Vitali’s core rival and he had ambushed Vitali and brought some of Vitali’s men over with a bribe, so they would kill him. Vitali had luckily escaped but he sustained so many injuries and his driver was shot dead in the process. With the way they had spoken about this martini guy, I knew he was trouble and very dangerous too.

The Valentino family had a firm grip on northern Clyravan. Their so-called "top-tier private hospital" was nothing more than a cover for money laundering and shady operations. But the Bonanno family had a reach that extended across the globe. Their wealth and power far surpassed the Valentinos' by a wide margin. After settling things with Felix, Harold turned to me, his voice unusually tight. "Sylvie, my love, you don't have to be afraid of me. I don't usually go to such lengths."

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

He said leaning back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine. “Yes…I have” He nodded. “And” “I'm not sure what to do.” I said, swallowing hard, feeling the immersive pressure of his gaze. Marcello leaned for, his gaze was sharp and intense. “You understand what you're dealing with, right? The Ghost Clan… the loan sharks… they're not going to just disappear.” Marcello was far worse than Mr. Castelli. He gave off the vibes of ‘mess with me and you'll be sorry’.

“The great Marco Vallardi eats street tacos?” He shrugged, looking more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. “Best tacos in New York,” he said, ordering two with a familiarity that caught me off guard. For a moment, he wasn’t the mafia boss—the man who had fired a gun in a warehouse hours ago. He was just Marco, with an easy smile and a casual posture, as if the weight of his world didn’t exist. We sat at a folding table beside the cart, under a flickering streetlamp. He slid a taco toward me, and when our fingers brushed, the contact sparked something in my chest.

She grabs her clothes, shoots me a provocative glance and hurries out of the office. "You want her?" Caesar asks. "Your little whore? I think I'll pass." I respond with a straight face. Caesar grins and taps my shoulder. "Lighten up, Dee. You're too serious these days." He pulls on his pants, lights another cigar and sits behind the dark, mahogany desk in the corner. "You said something about the Marino family." I begin, getting right down to business. "Sì, sì." He nods, then pushes a document to me. "That's the blueprint on Antonio de Marino. Vegas Mafia Devil, el capo of la vendetta oscura, the most powerful mafia organization in Vegas."

Why risk all-out war now? Plus, and even more importantly, I’d just done Petrosky a huge favor. Petrosky is Bratva's crime boss who asked me to block access to my ports from a Mr. Carson Donovan. I was well paid to forgo Donovan’s business but was also assured I was owed a favor for cooperating with Petrosky. Unless he’s mad as a shithouse rat, there’s no way Petrosky’s Russian mob family is behind this.