Marcello Mobster Novels & Stories

Right then and there I knew. He took out something from his pocket and opened the small box that had a beautiful ring in. "Callie, will you m-marry me?" I was shocked. I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. The strongest mafia boss wants to marry me? He wants me? Like a wife...ring...a-and k-kids. Wife? Me? I couldn't wrap my head around it. Was it too soon? Yes. Was he the opposite of what I stand for or looking for? Yes, but will I say no? Of course, not.

His presence was imposing, his gaze was intense, and his expression was that of a lion about to catch its prey. I had a bad feeling. “Chiara, may I introduce you to the signori of Italy (gentlemen of Italy),” my father said in a serious manner. “Marcelo Greco, capo of the Casamonica and our host; Paolo Esposito, capo of the Sacra Corona Unita; Stefano Lombardi, capo of the Camorra; and Alessandro D'Amato, capo of the Cosa Nostra.” Alessandro nodded, and the name hit me like a punch.

"Some Italian prick. Said he'd pay us a hundred grand if we took you out." Chris glanced sideways at Joseph. "Someone's putting a real price on your head these days, boss." Joseph's eyes narrowed. "Name." The younger rogue wiped blood from his mouth. "I don't know his real name. He called himself Don Marcello. Big guy. Scar down the left cheek. Rolls with a pack of purebreds from Sicily." Joseph went still. "Marcello Vescari?" The older rogue nodded shakily. "Yeah. That's him. Said you embarrassed his nephew back in Naples. Said he doesn't forget a grudge."

" she vociferates angrily. "you don't come in this room until you open your mouth!" she squirms getting up from the couch barring the passage of light. "Okay!" she brads impatiently, her eyes narrowed. "My mother is being treated in Brazil, today I looked for trouble, supposedly with the owner of the place who seems to be a mafioso, ah! I'm screwed! She lamented." So Marcone was forced to fire me. I took a drink that I believe cost six thousand dollars, I broke into the head of the security guard of a mobster who wanted to kidnap me, I ran, and found a wheelchair user and saved him from being run over, I fell miserably over the chair, I even ate grass in the fall... and to make matters worse

He finally said. "I've got them everywhere, even in the LAPD." Of course he does, why didn't I even think of that. A notorious crime boss like himself was sure to have informants everywhere in the city. That's how they're able to go about their illegal business, without any hitch. My mind drifted back to the detective from earlier; Jon. Marcelo straight up threatened his family because of me, and I was terrified for him. He seemed to already know that Marcelo's threats were valid. He rarely bluffs about taking lives.

CHAPTER 4 VITTORIA'S POV. I feel like my soul is getting out of my body right now. How did I end up committing such a big mistake? Now, I'm not just accidentally married to some random person, but I'm stuck in a marriage to Marcello Giordano, the cold and ruthless Mafia kingpin who doesn't think twice before snapping someone's head off in seconds of being offended. I know him very well. Of course, everyone in New York City knows a lot about him, but only a few have ever set eyes on him, if not for anything, for the fact that he's the first face on the FBI's most wanted list of criminals.

"I'm busy with something." "Right, so there's been a few hindrances," Marct said, standing up from Jackson's lap and walking over to me. "I just had a report from my guys. Someone has been following Jackson in the last week," I fought the urge to gasp and kept a straight face, while my heart picked up. "Two people, to be exact. They're from another Mafia. The Scorpios," Marct placed his iPad right in front of me, showing a picture of a man walking across the screen, wearing all black, with a cap covering his face. Right at the back of his left hand was a tattoo of a scorpion. "Do you recognise it?"

Nick nods and writes on his pad, turning it on the table to let us see a name. "Leonardo D'Angelo" "Right." Beckam nods. - Who is it? — An Italian mobster, capo of the Venetian mafia. We had problems in the past. Now enemies to the death from over eighteen. One of the reasons why my organization broke up—the accumulated resentment was noticeable in his voice. I've had an endless war with D'Angelo for years. That wasn't all, I knew it when he lowered his head and almost denied it to himself. But the others did not notice.

'I'm free, finally, I'm free. Marcel decided to leave Charles Lorenzo’s home, choosing instead to live the life of an entrepreneur rather than a mobster. Fortunately, while Marcel was still involved in the Mafia, he owned a legitimate company under his own name. He had, of course, built it through great effort and without a penny from Charles.

She showed me books about Corey and his family, literally starting from the first edition to the last book and what shocked me wasn't the fact that Corey's parents weren't always mafia, they had a decent job and made an honest living, something happened that caused them to change and their lifestyle made them and Corey accept a life of crimes. Being Mafia lords and ladies, the last Mafia lady before Corey died and Corey stands to take the olden gem of the last Mafia lady, that gem doesn't just signify the next heir, it provides royalty and compels the other families to bow down and worship the supreme lord, which is Corey.