Marcello Mobster Novels & Stories

I didn’t even know the guy… And I was probably never going to see him again. At the end of the day, it was a nice gesture from him to show concern for me… But could he really help me? No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t come up against the likes of Marcello. I’d seen for myself what Marcello was capable of. He was a fucking psychopath. He shot his driver dead just for looking at me the wrong way. If he’d caught wind of the man at the casino…

They're not exactly familiar with how my world works. They don't know about Italian families and the mafia. They're aware of the fictitious story, but not the real aspects. They think it's barbaric to arrange a marriage for someone. They hear about murders from the news and on TV. I grew up hearing about assassinations. Sometimes, they involved people we knew. It was just how it was. My friends don't know about this. They would never understand. Some things are best kept secret. I finish my panna cotta with forest fruits just as the Ferrante family stands. We do the same. Dad grasps Marc's hand and shakes it. "Thank you for coming," he says with a smile. "Meeting you has been an honor."

"It happens that those men have some mob ties." "Mob ties?" I ask, surprised to say the least, "What does that mean?" "It means those men were seriously dangerous people, Kara," he replies seriously, "According to Jerome, he recognized two of them to have been wanted as part of a certain Italian mob gangsters. One of them is going by the name of Julio. Julio is a member of a very deadly gang, popularly known in Italy as the Black Scorpions. These men deal in coccains and other hard substances, and this Julio in question has been a wanted criminal in Denvas for a year now, and Jade put these men up to you? What was she even thinking?"

With a tense silence hanging in the air, I gave Marcelo a stern look before addressing him again. "Now, what did you need to discuss? Why are you here?" Marcelo pointed at her once more, "Aren't you going to introduce me to my sister-in-law." I gritted my teeth. "Claire, meet Marcelo, my cousin." Marcelo extended a hand toward her, his expression twisted with amusement. "Marcelo Capone, son of Elio Capone. My old man got slaughtered by your husband, along with his old man's slut, for a crime he didn't even do."

“We have something to discuss.” And with that, we headed upstairs. Theo took a seat after placing the framed art carefully on the wall of my study. He gave it one last glance, then turned to me, waiting. I stayed standing for a moment, staring at the damn frame like it held the answers to the weight in my chest. “I had a word with Marcello last night,” I began, finally turning around. Theo’s expression shifted. Alert. “He’s still with the Mafia,” I added. “And from what he said, it looks like the famiglia are planning to expand their sails. New ports. New territories.”

Meanwhile Chase had plans of his own. The next morning at breakfast, (if you could call cold oats and rubbery eggs breakfast) he sat down at the table of Marco Carlucci a renowned Mafia mob boss. “I don’t remember inviting you, stronzo.” the older man said as he dabbed the remnants of his breakfast off the side of his mouth. “Don Carlucci, I would like a favor. I have money.” Chase lowered his voice. “Get lost! Didn’t you hear the Boss?” a brawny baldheaded man rolled up his sleeves to reveal heavily tattooed arms, ready to throw Chase down on his ass.

He didn’t know why he was so fixated on the fact she willingly engaged in sex with his grandfather. “He sure did. He took them every single day.” “Why not switch out his pills then? There are so many ways you could have made your escape.” She chuckled, “again, you didn’t know who I married but I always did. My introduction to him was very much an introduction to the man who was best friends with Severino Matrone. You saw the marriage contract. Did you not see the names of the witnesses?” At his slow shake she sighed, as if calling him out for being ignorant. “Furio Matrone, Valente Di Camillo who is the lawyer you met handling his estate, Liborio Bellina who I know runs a big chunk of the ca

Before I could ask anything about their business or whatsoever, another voice got my attention as multiple armed men began to enter the hallway, " We meet again, Miss Stevens!" I whipped my head back, stunned to see that guy Marcello, standing a few steps away from me. His eyes held a mysterious, dark glint that shook me in horror. I spelled his name wondering, " Marcello...you.." He started with a smirk, shoving his hands into his pockets before coming towards me, "Let me introduce myself again. Marcello De Rossi, the elder son of Russian Don."

he asked, his eyes remaining on the tall, brooding man who walked into the room and pulled out a chair, sitting comfortably, while rubbing a stubble on his chin. The man before him had a presence that commanded authority, and if Chris feared anyone, he probably should be cowering by now because of the deathly stare Ernesto was throwing at him. Ernesto Fabio was a popularly known mob boss, an Italian breed, and a deadly man who would do anything to get what he wanted and would kill anyone who crossed his path to defy him—and right now, he had his eyes on someone who he couldn't wait to slaughter, and this person was no one other than Ben Carlo who had put his nephew in the hospital.

"Marcello happened" When that name escaped her lip, I was forced to gulp down the champagne on my lips as memories of Marcello's scary eyes flashed through my head. He was frightening, it seemed that the only one who was capable of controlling him was Rodrigo, he was his boss but that wasn't all. It was only his words that broke his ego, If I wanted to get back at him, I would rat him out to Rodrigo but that would be stupid. Marcello was a bastard and I wanted nothing to do with him, he could hurt my father since he was the one in charge of my father. I needed to thread carefully else I would lose if not both of my parents in the hands of these Mafia men.