Marco Vs Kizaru Novels & Stories

Rico teased, a grin resting on his face, panting slowly. Marco staggered, his chest heaving, sweat trickling down his face, as he fought to keep himself up. "Never," he managed to let out. "Not until... I make sure you're dead this time." Rico scoffed. "When will you accept that death is my enemy," he said, wiping the blood of his cracked lips. "We can't see eye to eye." Marco snarled and pulled out his gun again, firing at once. Rico was quick so the bullet grazed his shoulder. He hid behind a pillar, clutching his shoulder as blood spilled through his fingers.

Now it was Arthur's turn to snort. Mariano looked at me for a moment, his eyes softened. Kicking Zach one last time, he pushed him away, and told Arthur something in Italian, probably telling him to beat Zach up, then let him go. Thinking differently, he turned around again, staring at Zach slumped against the wall. Mariano reached inside his jacket and produced a small knife. Slowly, menacingly, he walked towards Zach. I closed my eyes. I don't know what he did, but I heard Zach scream. I stayed still, until I felt Mariano's hands on me. His tender touch on my skin. He cupped my face tenderly, and took my lips in a soft kiss. I kissed him back. The kiss was tender, loving, a soft sigh escap

She stared at me, trying to figure me out. “I’ll go a step further—if you let me keep Jezebel, in three full moons I'll take Marianna as my mate. She is a beautiful girl. It would be my honor.” I added, and I meant it. Marianna with her fiery red hair, and freckled face, was very attractive.

And she noticed the goons started coming over them. “Dammit!” she cursed under her breath. “Uh, Mariko, I think we need to run. They outnumbered us. We’ll die if we fight.” Mariko sneered. “We will die if we don’t fight. Even if we run, these guys will chase us,” Mariko said without looking at Marcus. “Just stay right behind me.” Mariko started fighting the enemies, and Marcus got stunned. He was in awe, seeing how good Mariko was fighting against the goons who looked stronger and more masculine than her. He witnessed how she was good with her fighting skills.

MARCO The weight of Danzo on my chest was suffocating. My head throbbed from the blow he’d landed earlier, and my ribs felt like they’d been shattered into pieces. The blade in his hand hovered just inches above me, glinting under the dim light, mocking me with its inevitability. My muscles strained as I pushed against him, but Danzo was relentless, pressing down with the weight of his body and his victory. “Well, Marco,” he sneered, leaning closer. His breath reeked of blood and spite. “Looks like this is it for you. No backup. No miraculous last-minute escape. And this time?” He chuckled, his grin wicked. “No plot armor to save you.”

Mazin added, “so get comfy because until you’re not trying to kill each other, you’re stuck in here.” “He’s already got a broken rib,” Marek added for good measure, leaning up against the door frame like he was in for the long haul, “so if you wanna hand him that pain he was after, go for the left,” he winked at me. All of them had apparently lost their minds today. Marek and Mazin were still younger than Mato and had considerably less body mass to them. They were strong, but in more of a lean, tall way, and though together they could definitely give Mato a run for his money, I’d seen him take them both on a number of times and come out victorious.

**DANTE** Marco was waiting in my apartment when I got back from Sofia's casino. He sat in my chair, drinking my whiskey, looking like he was deciding whether to kill me or just break a few bones. "You put your hands on a Santoro at a peace talk." He said it quietly. That's how I knew he was furious. Marco only got quiet when he was ready to do violence. "I saw the ring." "I don't care if you saw God himself. You don't sabotage years of planning because you can't control yourself." He stood up. "I should cut you loose right now."