Marco Polo Siblings Novels & Stories

His hand rested on the table near mine. After dinner, Marco's daughter appeared, a sixteen-year-old named Isabella who wanted to show her college acceptance letters. "She's going to Columbia," Marco said proudly. "Pre-med." "That's wonderful. My sister's in medicine too. Residency at Mount Sinai." Marco's expression warmed. "Maybe they'll meet someday." Teresa appeared at my elbow. "You seem tense, Luca." "I'm fine." "Are you?" She leaned closer. "Tell me, does my brother-in-law treat you well?"

Marco even thought that the family was secretly related to the mafia. In the end, Marco spoke slowly, trying to sound polite and not to offend. "Signor Romano? What might a person like me do for you?" ***

Marco said Peter vanished away. Wow now it was just the three of us here. I can be anywhere at this moment but here. " So second baby brother, Sit." Marco said still angry and his eyes were telling me that if I don't, I'm going to be dead soon I cringed at how he addressed me but obeyed anyways and sat on the sofa facing both of them " Disappearing like this is not helping anyone, anything could have happened to you." He said calmly

I chuckled at her, making Marco look towards my direction with a pout on his face. "You find this funny too?" He asked, making me laugh even more, as I rested by the edge of the swimming pool. Marco was shirtless but unlike his brother, he had no inking on his body. He was neither as ripped too but was still good looking. Times like this, I realize how much he looks like a younger version of André. Funny thing? He has a house with an indoor pool and doesn't even know how to swim without floating aids. "I am the Italian Mafia Lord of perfect mustache, haha!" Madeline continued, wiggling her eyebrows at her uncle and eliciting more laughter from me.

"The show isn't over." The men released Dante. He straightened up, his clothes disheveled, his gaze murderous. "What the hell is this?" Marco grinned. "A revelation, little brother. Because it turns out I'm not your older brother. I'm the younger one. The one no one saw. The one everyone forgot." Dante blinked. "What?" Luca spoke: "His name is Marco. He's your younger brother. Matteo died years ago." The silence was absolute. Dante looked at Marco, the man with the scar, the one he had accepted as his own flesh and blood, the one who had stolen his nephew, and for the first time in months, Elena saw him lost.

He once said he became obsessed with her, to what extent, I have always wondered. I didn’t know my brother as well as I wanted to believe. He shocked the shit out of me twice in less than three months but, he was still my brother. “And the child?" "The Child could be Lucca's or not. We believe that she was pregnant from two different people. Mischa could be anyone's. But she is a Catelli now, so that point is mute." Marco says and a shiver rises on my arms at the threat lurking behind his calm façade.

Anna asked Brian and he nodded “Thanks!” Damian nodded “Don’t mention it!” Brian replied shortly “So, you don’t want to move back here?” I brought the topic again “I had discussed it with Sandra a couple times, but with Sonia, they don’t want to be apart and their job there and many other things….” Damian tried to explain “Ahhh come on!!! You have Fai, me, and I have a bunch of friends here, job is easy one. Right, Fai?” Brian replied Damian “Yeah! Damian, we’re brothers, say what you want, I’ll help!” I told him

The next day, they awoken to watch the local news and papers only to discover that on the headline, was their family name. "From a very reliable source, we have come to learn that Jason junior Samuel Macaulay, age twenty one has impregnated his very own sister, Annabelle Naomi Macaulay, age nineteen. What is the world turning into since a brother now have sex with his very own sister? What an abomination. Citizens are left to wonder what their parents were doing that such atrocity happens in their home but they had no idea.

Ava, on the other hand, simply burst out laughing at the sheer predictability of it all. Marco was already openly crying. Again. For the second time in forty-eight hours. "I'M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!" he bellowed, completely unbothered by the stares of the wealthy patrons around them. "Marco, you already are an uncle to several kids in the family," Luca pointed out in a deadpan, flat tone. "I KNOW!" Marco countered, slamming his hands onto the white tablecloth and pointing dramatically at his brother. "BUT THIS IS FUNDAMENTALLY DIFFERENT!"

Marco pulled into the estate. He got down from the BMW i8 and made his way to the front door. The house was surrounded by gun men. Was Ricardo going to really keep his sister away from him? He knew they wouldn't dare pull the trigger. Surely he thought Ricardo knew him better. He was a dangerous and very reseved man. No one dared Ricardo Silverio. Over the five years he had worked for Ricardo, he always hid his sister from this world he didn't want dangerous men like Ricardo to know his weakness. Marco just wondered why Ricardo decided to take his sister.