Novel & Cerita Marco Bloodline

“What are you trying to do?” “It’s not a fucking scar. It is a birthmark,” Marco muttered. How the hell did he know? He gripped my chin roughly, tilting up my face and watched me with a baffled expression. “Can we get on with this now?” Dominic exasperated irritably. Marco let go of my face and shook his head. “We have been doing this all wrong. This fucker—” he pointed at Dante, “He played us. She’s Ralph’s blood.”

The ones he’s hijacked. The formula he’s pushing? Stolen from me, just that I can't prove it right now, but I will . Marco thinks this is his city. Thinks power transferred with his father’s funeral. But he’s wrong. He’s nothing like his father. That man was ruthless, strategic. Feared for a reason. But Marco? He’s just another rich boy playing gangster—chasing women, popping bottles, pretending he's already won. The Marano name used to mean something. A legacy of blood and dominance.

I sigh and take another drink before I talk again, “My abuelo's older brother was his Alpha. So technically, yeah, I could have Alpha blood, but I never got no blood tests to confirm it. I don’t need to. I’m the youngest of five brothers. There ain’t no situation where I would have to take a Beta’s place let alone an Alpha's. I’m too far down the chain. There ain’t no way any of that is part of my DNA. My oldest brother Luis, probably, but definitely not me.” “Marco, you’re joking, right? Look how big you are compared to your brothers. Shit, you're almost as tall as Bronx and practically as strong as him. There’s no way you don’t have Beta blood. I would put money on you having Alpha blood,”

“It’s not a pretty story.” “I didn’t ask for a pretty one. I asked for a true one.” He nodded slowly, as if I’d passed some test. He set his mug down with a soft click. “Where do you want me to start?” “The beginning. His family.” Marco leaned back, his gaze drifting to the window, as if seeing another time. “His father, Vincenzo Morellis, wasn’t a businessman. He was a king. The kind of king who ruled with fear and blood. He had two sons. Gabriel, from his mistress—a woman from a Sicilian cartel family. And Adrian, from his wife—a society woman who died young. Two different worlds. Two different heirs.”

"I'm so sorry dear, for the troubles. Marco attacked you guys." So there's a new Villian to the story huh? "Who's Marco?" "Marco runs a Mafia gang in Russia. We used to be partners until, he found out I had something he also wanted. He is too greedy, thats his only problem, and might also be his downfall. So I think coming after you guys was his own way of starting a fight" "By f-ff-fight you mean? I stammered already scared of what was going to come next.

I said flatly. “No,” Marco agreed. “But this does.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and turned the screen toward me. An old photograph. A woman standing beside a man whose face I can never forget. Alessia's parents. “Her parents weren’t just normal people,” Marco said softly. “They were investigating a lot of cases.” I stared at the image. “And Alessia?” Marco slid his phone away. “If her bloodline connects where I think it does… she's not safe anywhere.”

"What happened? Is Marco involved in a feud with his family?" "Actually, it's an old issue," Cathy said. "When Marco was still serving as a pilot, his father became seriously ill, and all his brothers fought over him, refusing to take care of him for various reasons. Marco's father had advanced lymphoma. The medical costs were expensive, and his brothers wouldn't pay for them." "Oh my God, how could they be so cruel?" Leora asked, shocked.

It always was. "What did he say? Tell me." I did. Not everything about it… nothing about it, though it was not yet finished when Marcus confessed that he continued to care about me, as that was like a knife which I had no authorisation to bring into this room. But the rest of it. The bloodline. The extinction. Is there still more waiting of the powers, deeper than any I had yet explored? The armies that Marcus had threatened to attack me with were already taking a turn in my direction, like compass needles that had found the north.

Cassiel asked, looking up at Enzo from the document in his hand. "It seems that Marco and Renata do not share a similar DNA profile," Enzo said, "but there's more to it than just that." Cassiel's eyes locked onto Enzo's, his expression intense. "What do you mean?" he asked. Enzo leaned forward, his voice low. "According to Alex's research, Marco's past is shrouded in mystery. There's hardly any information about his childhood or his family. It's like he appeared out of thin air."