Marco Polo Siblings Novels & Stories

Colton and I were the two most notorious good-for-nothings in the Sicilian mafia. My oldest brother, Dominic, was the Don of the Turner Family. My other brother, Luca, laundered money for the entire operation. That made me the Family princess who did nothing but max out my brothers' credit cards. Colton had been frail since birth. His hands shook whenever he held a gun. But his oldest sister, Serena, ran several arms routes in the south, and his other sister, Natalia, commanded one of the world's top assassin teams. One day at the racetrack, the four of them got to talking. "Since none of us can stop worrying about the little ones, why not put them together? Easier to keep an eye on both." J

He gave a signal to another man among his gang members, and without hesitation, he approached me too, along with Javier. I was approached by another hefty-looking man with broad shoulders, with a teardrop tattoo drawn below his right eyeball, with another one with the same tattoo; both of them lifted me up from both sides and took me with them. As the other man carried a log of wood on his shoulder, I felt Don Marco didn't want to kill me right away and had other means to end my life; either way, I'm ready to go away from my old life.

I awkwardly chuckled, deciding to let them go on. "You already know that I'm the second eldest." Luciano shrugged back in his seat. I slightly jumped when bubbles whispered to me, "Luc is the bipolar one." "Well, I'm Marco. Third eldest brother." Warm giant softly grinned and I nodded before bubbles whispered "the mom." "Fourth eldest, as you already know." Tony added on and bubbles whispered "Bodybuilding freak with anger issues." There was a silence as everyone stared at dickhead. He rolled his eyes before finally deciding to speak when Giovanni cleared his throat in a threatening manner.

He waved at them. “Greetings. Welcome home. How are you ?” Different responses from different people. Marco chose not to answer them and he made himself comfortable on the seat near his mother and beside the older male version of Lydia wearing the costume he threw away, the differences are that he has beards and black hair just like their mother, his body is well built also he is in thirties. Looking at his brother and sister remind of the man he despised; his father. “ Hello brother.” Marco greeted him with a beaming smile.

Marco paused his spoon over the bowl of porridge. The man stared intently at the screen. "Damn, bastard. His mind is far more disgusting and cruel than the devil's." Marco turned his head slowly. His sharp eyes carefully studied every change in expression on Hazel's face. "You must be very surprised, aren't you?" Marco asked softly, his fingers carefully caressing the back of Hazel's injured hand. "After all... You were once bound as his little sister for years in the Sinclaire household."

More that accumulates while I am gone. Marco is twenty-six, the most level-headed of us, and was always intended for Underboss beside me. Alessia is also twenty-six, my twin sister by birth order if not temperament, currently living in Lisbon with her husband, a Portuguese cartel heir, and their two-year-old daughter Viola, who is both the most lovable and most terrifying small person I have ever encountered. Then there is Nico. Twenty-three. Beyond description. The kind of man who requires active supervision from multiple adults simultaneously and still manages to cause damage. The three of us travel well together. Marco manages logistics. Nico breaks things and apologises afterward. I mana

Marco had dark hair and olive skin though and Rebecca had blonde hair and fair skin. Marco was once married and had two kids with his wife, but he got divorced a couple of years ago and now has joint custody of the kids. “Silver, it’s good to see you again,” Marco said, closing the distance to give me a tight hug. I missed this; Marco was always like a brother to me, and I was grateful for his protection and friendship. He glanced at Rebecca and smiled. “Becky,” he greeted. She groaned at the nickname he used for her.

"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.

Patrick brought Marco inside and his family was already there at the dining table. “Hi mom and dad, this is Marco, my business partner,” Patrick said with a smile. “Oh! Nice meeting you Marco, have a seat, the food is ready.” His mom said. “Thank you, a nice meeting with you too,” Marco said with a smile. “Oh! Sorry, bro, he is my mom Olivia and my dad David Taylor and he is my cousin Loid.” Patrick’s introduction. Marco was surprised when he saw Loid. Loid’s face was familiar to him.

“You must be joking? Are you saying Peter is my lost son?” Marco’s gaze shot between Peter’s name on the room door… and Lucas. “Lucas?” he whispered, staring at Lucas who had a shocked expression on his face. He never believed Peter of all people, the same man competing with him in winning his ex wife's heart is his lost brother, his twin brother. ____ Lucas stared at the mark on his skin, the same crescent birthmark Don Marco had described. The same one Peter had. The same one Marco himself carried.