Marco Brüschweiler Novels & Stories

Marco gave me an apologetic look and stepped out. Silence stretched and ten minutes passed since Marco left me here waiting for him. Then the door opened again but it wasn't Marco. The man from the night before walked in. Same dark shirt. Same controlled presence. I didn't need an introduction. His name was on every floor of the building: Axel Valenti. Founder and CEO of Aurelian Group. He entered calmly and took the seat that had belonged to Marco moments earlier. "Where's Marco?" I asked before I could stop myself.

I said, smiling at Alessio as he walked out of the car alongside his father. “YOU FUCKING…” “Vadim.” Lucius said, stopping the man. “We are not here to fight or argue, but you have also lost someone and we have come to condemn…” “We came to do nothing,” Alessio said, and I shook my head at the man.

Before I had the chance to contemplate the interior further, we bumped into Luca. "Hi, Luca!" I said cheerfully. "Hello, giglio." He replied, grinning. "Don." He nodded, looking at Mariano. Mariano nodded back. "Luca," He drawled. "Get the message across - Isabelle is off limits." Oh? "Hey!" I protested, just to spite him. "But the men here are sexy." Mariano didn't spare me a glance. "Sí, Don." Luca nodded, walking away.

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.”

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”

Those three facts and the fierce defiance in his eyes when he refused to kneel had cost me two million dollars. I'd attended that auction for intelligence. Viktor was selling something unusual, Marco had said. We needed to know what the Bratva was up to, who was buying what. I'd watched the proceedings with disgust I kept carefully hidden. Then the people started. That's when my stomach turned. I catalogued the buyers, memorized faces, and took mental notes. Then they brought out Luca Marino. Despite his terror, when they tried to force him to kneel, he fought back.

“Yes, I'm looking forward to it. he said humbly. Charlotte and Marco instantly became friends. He was her first friend at Harvard. All the while they fought across campus. Marco was always very friendly and approachable. Charlotte learned from her roommate, Johanna Chan, that Marco was very popular at Harvard. He was the president of the Student Council, editor-in-chief of Jornal Escolar, president of the Chess Team, and was the last winner of the Academic Decagon. He was something of a student prodigy and was sure to graduate with honors in Business Administration. Charlotte was very impressed by her friend's accomplishments. — Did you know that Marco's family owns Villa-Lobos Internacional

“ Boss, I finished fixing those cameras. Would you like me to hook them up?” Creed asked holding them in his hands “Yes.” “ you okay sir?” Creed asks “ Yes, I'm fine.” “ Are you sure? You look heartbroken” he mocked drawing tears with his finger down his cheek “ how can I be heartbroken when me and her aren’t even together?” I hissed “ say that to your face” he chuckled walking away “ fucking prick” I mumble to myself

Moi: oui j'attends de bonnes infos -Les nouvelles ne sont pas bonnes. Je sens la colère monter. Moi: Parle, je t'écoute. -Eh bien, mademoiselle Bri voit quelqu'un ces derniers temps. Moi: Je m'en doutais. Quelle est son identité ? -C'est la nouvelle recrue : Marco. Je sens mon souffle augmenter, ma respiration s'accélère. Non, pas ce rat de caverne! D'un geste vif et méthodique, je balance tout ce qui se trouve sur la table devant moi. Les objets s'éparpillent sur le sol dans un vacarme assourdissant.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.