Novel & Cerita Marco X Ace

Ace started. “PRESENTS! I’ve never been good at wrapping PRESENTS! Our Christmases will be hideous. I’m sorry you had to find out this way honey.” Romano spoke frantically as he yelled over the Bluetooth. “As much as I would love to hear what Ace had to say, your targets are coming in hot. He’s in the Red McLaren GT3.” Alice said, annoyance lacing her words. I looked to my left to see a cluster of cars in the distance, Mikkinol’s McLaren leading the pack. I quickly slid off my wedding ring, and attached it to the chain of my necklace, tucking it under my shirt to avoid it from being seen.

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.

" You are not Peter, you can do it, you are very smart, I saw that and when you negotiated with the men to lower the price of that shirt. I know what you can do Pete. So please, I don't want to hear any excuses. " " Ugh, Fine. " " Tomorrow, David and I will start helping you." I nodded, he smiled at me. I don't know, he is weird. Something worrying me " What's wrong Marco?" I asked " Nothing, Ace." He retorted laughing " I'm serious, Are you hiding something from me? Do you have a rare disease? Are you dying or something?" " What?" He laughed more, " No, it's just your right to know this thing, and you are old enough to take some responsibility. "

I cannot help the tears that stream down my face. I put on a brave face and eat breakfast as Ace breaks down the plan to get us out, and I dread everything. They load our bags into crates along with cardboard boxes while creating decoy boxes for the other trucks. Ace keeps barking orders at people from the organization whom I have never met before. I am shocked that he has people up on this floor. It's chaos; I cannot make sense of the whole thing. Finally, he will open a box that got brought up and yell, "Take this shit back down! They gave us the wrong thing!" Then, pulling out his phone and dialing aggressively before yelling at someone on the other line. "You have better send me some opt

"Is that for me?" Ace looked down at his body, mostly to avoid the certainty in Liam's eyes. He was heavily-tattooed, as befit an MC member, and although tattoos generally meant something to bikers, this one was special. It wasn't his biggest or most intricate tat – that was The Fallen Angels MC logo tattooed across the whole of his chest – but it was the one that he loved the most. "Yeah," Ace mumbled, since denial was pretty fucking pointless. "Of course it's for you. You know it's for you. I don't even know why you're asking me that."

- Ace had a cunning smirk when he lifted the call saying 'hello'. "I was expecting a call from you already. You thought you would make a mess like a street dog, and I will keep cleaning all your illegal outsourcing because you use my mask? You are exposed now, Mr mafia and your little secret about Prosthetics is now out to the world. You cannot play with my reputation anymore. Did you like the slap I gave you?" Ace chuckled loud and narcissistic.

******* Xavier who was getting ready for the day stopped and released a annoying sigh when he heard Ace's voice. "How was your wedding night ?..." Ace asked sarcastically. "Shut up ace... I am not in mood to talk right now..." Xavier rasped, his head was already pounding due to alcohol he consumed yesterday. Ace gave him tablets for hangover. "If you didn't wanted to get married then why you said yes... Yesterday You were drawn in alcohol Xavier, so much that you didn't even heard your brides name..." "I did what was important to make my mafia stronger... Merging one clan with us is not a small thing ace..."

We reach the pack house, and I motion for him to sit, but he remains standing, his arms still crossed. “Marle isn’t a Goddess,” he begins, his voice steady. “She was an Original Witch, one of the first to wield magic. Back in the day, she was powerful enough to rival the gods. But that wasn’t enough for her. She fell in love with Xamnir, the Original Wolf God. But love and obsession are two sides of the same fucked-up coin, Nero. She didn’t just want to be with Xamnir—she wanted to be a goddess herself.”

Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back.

Hoping that I would have enough time to find Ace’s location before Marco barged inside his room. The computer screen finally lit up and I let out the exasperated breath I was holding. I know little about techy stuff, but watching Marco work this computer; I learned a few tricks where he was keeping his programs. Marco also kept codes for his trackers. It’s color coded if it’s like the one Ace put on me and number coded for the one I stole from him.