Novel & Cerita Marco Bloodline

I said, my eyes cold. "He's been dead for many years..." Dante started to remind me. I sighed, this was going to be tricky. "His blood sample should still be at the hospital he stayed in before he passed away right?" That year, when Marco's son had died, I remembered Marco making a huge scene at the hospital and demanding that the doctors save him. Since he lost so much blood, they were also a bunch of people who were brought in to donate. He ended up dying ...but I believed that we would get a lead if we started investigating front garden

After hearing Gloria explain, I rose from the bed and asked, "Is there a perfect candidate for that?" "Unfortunately no. Mario was the last in the original bloodline of the Karts and Leonardo is a step-cousin who has taken over. The original bloodline is tied by an oath to the Di Marco and thus will not act this stupid as Leonardo. That's why they've never rebelled against us even after your father's death. The original bloodline is loyal but now there are just half-bloods with personal grudges, pride, and desire for personal benefits. They cannot be trusted " So Leonardo was Mario's step-cousin?

vanished. Instead, the screen filled with ledgers and videos. Marco's money laundering records, recordings of him selling out allies, footage of him assassinating the old Don... it was all there. "W-what is this? Turn it off! Kill it!" Marco screamed, lunging to block the screen, but it was too late. An Enforcer stepped onto the stage and read the verdict: "Marco Antonio. Betrayal of allies, violation of Omertà. Immediate excommunication and execution of the entire bloodline!"

“Yes,” Mario said. “There is someone else.” The yard went completely still. He looked at me like a man who had made his choice and was waiting for the consequences to reach him. “Her name is Martha,” he said. “She stole my bloodline four hundred years ago. Since then, she has been controlling my operations from the shadows. Every carrier I hunted and every method I used had her approval.” He paused. “She couldn’t come herself. What she took from me kept her alive, but it was slowly failing. She used my operations to buy more time while she searched for a carrier strong enough to take completely.”

A cigar burned between his fingers, and the smile on his face was arrogant and venomous. "Lucien would be ashamed of you, RAyNe," he called across the courtyard. "You turned down my daughter, turned down an empire, for a slut with a dead father and a crumbling legacy." RAyNe walked out slowly, his Glock already raised. "And you brought an army for that insult?" "No," Don Marco said. "I brought an army to bury what’s left of the St. Trinity bloodline." Gunfire erupted. RAyNe didn't hesitate.

Only Marco was bold enough to do so. “I can’t believe this is even a topic of discussion,” Marco said, his tone angry as he looked at his father. “Why are we considering including him in the will? He’s the son of someone illegitimate, a child born from a freaking affair.” The disdain was evident in Marco's tone, and the way he frowned, with so much hatred. Isabella, sitting across from Marco, chimed in, her voice raised as she asked, “How can you think it’s fair to give a share of our family’s legacy to someone who isn’t even a true part of our lineage?”

"Your scent, once he really paid attention, carries markers unique to that bloodline. He's been researching quietly, trying to understand how you survived, who hid you." "And Marty?" "We think he suspects. That's why he's been so..." She gestured vaguely. "Intense. The Moonblood line wasn't just powerful. They were kingmakers. Whoever mates with the last heir would have a claim to unite multiple packs under one rule." The pregnancy. The baby growing inside me. Not just Marty's child, but the continuation of a bloodline someone had tried to erase. No wonder Marcus had gone pale when I'd told him. Jake moved from the couch, sat beside me on the floor. Not touching, just present. "We'll protect

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

Carl shivered literally when the thought crossed his mind. "Yeah, I hope too. I don't want to face the previous gang leader's sons" Tim exclaimed in agreement with Carl. Justin and Zack stared intently at Carl while their spoons froze in the air. The last words from Tim caught the attention of the two boys. "What are their fathers?" Zack suddenly asked curiously while he started to feel uneasy with the way the two are discussing the two princes and their fathers. "Their fathers are the previous scary gang leader of the engineering, Devon the demon, and the previous casanova of medical, Bienley the virgin wrecker " Tim added confidently.

she said to him. Kiran grabbed her hand when she reached for the needle in his arm. “Give him what he needs. I’ll be fine.” The nurse glanced at Malcolm as Kiran released his grip on her and he nodded his head. “Carter, we need to find more Type O candidates under the Zetas. The King might need more blood than his father can give him without dying himself.” “You just keep him alive!” Kiran said harshly, and sat back down in the chair. “Go, Carter,” Malcolm said in a whisper, his voice desperate. “And be quick about it.”