Marco X Ace Novels & Stories

I asked confused. “Do you know what it feels like to use it? – Kristos asked raising an eyebrow. “And is there a difference between one condom and another?” All four of them looked at me as if I had kicked a puppy. “Of course, there is, Mark!” Matt commented coming to my side.” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors...

Just when I thought there was no way he could possibly look any hotter, here he is, like a gift from the Gods, dressed like a sexy beast. He wears a white shirt that shows off his pecs, a black leather jacket, and dark navy jeans. He definitely has that bad boy look, and he has nailed it. I subconsciously fan my face and tell myself to look away. Stop staring at him. Yeah, he is mighty fine, but remember the plan! You’re meant to completely ignore that fine ass! Ace hasn’t taken his eyes off of me, and I’m struggling to keep my eyes off of him. Mark gets out of the limo, behind him and approaches me.

Jace shouted into the comms unit. "What the hell?" I asked, wondering what all of that was about. "Your brother is in a lot of trouble." Jace sighed, turning back to me. "What? Why? Wait.. How do you know he's in trouble?" I asked. "Because that wasn't just any man that just entered his building. That was Blaze Maddox." My eyes went wide in surprise. "As in the Blaze Maddox? As in the leader of the Cobras? The one that had gone missing?" I ask, making sure I was understanding everything properly.

I didn’t know how long I’d stood in the same spot staring at him like a dummy while watching him as he smokes his cigarettes, but same way I was sure he had taken in all of my features to his satisfaction, I had also done same until I’d shamelessly ran my eyes all over his body: His blue eyes could get you lost in it—his great physique and broad tattooed chest exposed under the three unbuttoned buttons of his black shirt, and then, the sleeves of his shirt that were rolled up to his elbow bringing to sight the tattoos from his elbow down to his wrist had done nothing but to add to his undeniable beauty. He looked too good to bear the name, ‘Vincenzo Ace.’ His expression was blank and the onl

He pulled out his phone and called his most trusted man. "Marco, get to the mansion now. We have a situation," he barked into the phone. As he waited for Marco and the others to arrive, Ace tried to piece together what had happened. Who would dare to attack his home? His mind raced through potential enemies, but none of them seemed bold enough to strike so directly. Minutes felt like hours as he paced the floor, his eyes constantly scanning for any clue that might lead him to Lisa and Mia. The sound of cars pulling up outside brought a flicker of hope. Marco and a group of his men rushed in, their faces grim as they took in the scene.

Ace commanded, his eyes cutting into her like blades. “I… I was just following orders,” Marina stammered, fear dripping from every word. “From whom?” Alexia asked sharply, stepping forward, her gaze locked on Marina’s. She was like a predator herself, calm and sharp, making the enemy squirm without lifting a finger. “From a man named Moscov,” Marina admitted, her voice trembling. Ace’s head snapped toward her, his expression darkening. “Moscov? Right hand of the Russian Mafia. He wouldn’t dare—” His voice dropped, trailing off as he processed the betrayal.

He added as he took my hands in his warm ones. “What news? I thought you were just here for a visit.” I said in a confused voice. I glanced at Xander to find him frowning at Ace. “You remember how once you told me about how much you like to sing and play piano?” Ace asked. Ace was in a music school, studying to become a professional. He was an awesome guitar player and his deep voice was amazing too. “Yeah.” I answered with uncertainty in my voice as I saw the spark of happiness in his eyes.

I’ll try to talk him down. I step closer and hold my arms out in welcome, “If you need something to hit so badly, then hit me. It’s just you and me now. If it’ll make you feel better, then have at it,” I say in invitation. 'Do you want me to knock his lights out?! What the fuck did I just say to you, woman?!' Marcus shouts in my head. 'Are you picking up second-hand stupid from Marcus?' Ace asks in a disapproving tone.

He stared at me for a moment, as if debating whether to let me near Ace or not. “Wheereeesss the maaaan!” Ace yelled as he threw a computer keyboard, “I killll the maaann!” Ace continued his rampage. I grabbed Marciano’s shoulder and pulled him to the left, narrowly avoiding the keyboard that flew past his head and shattered on the wall behind us.

It's Marco. I turned my head back to check if he's here. He is. Ace does not look happy yet he doesn't look angry. A chuckled escaped his lips as he stared at me like some insect. My throat creased. At this point, I don't even care. "Get her in the car and have her taken care of. Then bring her back. She will do what she's supposed to." Ace said sternly. He was talking to Marco. He still wants to wed me? Why am I not surprised.