Marco Bodt Aot Novels & Stories

Marco jokes and Maximo couldn't help but laugh gently. He ran his fingers through his hair gingerly before taking another smoke from his cigarettes. " You make it look as though I am a devil " " Well I think you are " Marco replied smoothly and Maximo launch at him. The underboss immediately step backward with a chuckle. " No no. You are just as Saint as your lady. Sorry " Maximo finally seize his playful attack. He gulped down hard before lifting up an eyebrow. " The bodyguard, is she one of the member? I couldn't remember how I know her but her face is surely familiar "

The atmosphere shifts instantly. I freeze. Marco goes still, fork hovering mid-air. “He shut down after Luna,” Odete says softly. “Closed himself off. Works too much. Talks too little. Doesn’t let anyone get close.” My heart squeezes painfully. Marco stands abruptly. “I’m not talking about this.” Rosa tries to grab his sleeve gently. “Marc—” But he steps back out of reach, jaw tight. “I’m going to check on the horses,” he announces, voice flat, controlled.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Sam sat in the passenger seat of the BMW as they raced down the interstate. He couldn’t believe it. It all felt like a dream. Here he was, in the passenger seat of a new BMW, racing down the highway, leaning back, with a hot girl by his side. And it was her car, and she was driving—stick. She was hot to begin with, but this made her really hot. He felt like he was in some kind of James Bond movie. Things like this just didn’t happen to him. Girls never even talked to him, and the few times he’d tried to pick them up, it hadn’t gone so well.

He did not expect to meet someone like that as soon as he got back to Luton. What was his fate? Ivan sat in the passenger seat and asked, "Mr. Marwood, what about… Marco York?" "His background, please." Ivan then recited what he had found. "Marco is an Athetinian. He was the captain of the Crime Investigation Team there. He was transferred here because he offended someone. Mr. Marwood, the person that he offended was a Lloyd." Anthony's dark eyes stunned briefly. A Lloyd? "Not sure if it was Corentin Lloyd or Cory Lloyd."

He awaited the details. “It’s stopping near the target house,” Marco added and went silent again. Marco was constantly talking to the men surrounding Jessica’s house. Vladimir had left Boris under Marco’s command because Marco had more experience on the ground. “It’s him! It’s Hugo Ortiz!” Marco anxiously whispered the news.

"Wow, that's huge. It's worth it though." Why do I feel like Marco did. Although his expression isn't giving away anything suspicious. "Marco?" "Yes?" "What name did you buy in?" "Ermm.. What did you say?" "What name did you use to place your order." "What do you need the information for? It's not even useful." "Are you Hunter Mark?" "I'm Marco Lorenzo, last I checked." He says smiling. "I'm being dead serious." "Yes, I am." "Fifty bloom bottles? Really?"

After Marcus says that, The BOD look at each other and consult Marcus about something sinister. . BOD 1 ➡ Marcus.. How would you like to be the next CEO of AMTEX? . Marcus ➡ Sure... But Julia is still CEO... . BOD 2 ➡ Not for long... You see.. We've already made plans to get rid of her.. She'll be traveling to Abuja tomorrow and we've hired a driver who will take her there, We've already hired some assassins to get rid of them. Once she's gone.. You'll be the next CEO..

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.