Marco X Ace Novels & Stories

" 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

******* 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..."

When he finally speaks again, there’s an edge of urgency in his voice. “This is bigger than you realize, Nero. Marle isn’t just some Goddess. If Seraphine was speaking the truth, this concerns more than just your pack.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I snap, feeling my patience wearing thin. “Who is Marle?” Creed sighs, the sound heavy with something I can’t quite place—worry, maybe? That’s enough to set me even more on edge.

“That sounds… intense.” “It is,” she said, rocking the pot. “But it’s also why the company is the best. Everyone works hard.” I swallowed. Hard work I could do. I can deal with stress. But working under him… That was something else entirely. Asma glanced at me again, noticing my silence. “I know you’ve heard about him before, even if you don’t admit it.” I froze slightly. “What do you mean?” I asked too quickly. She stiffly lifted an eyebrow. “Alpha Xander Marco. King of Nightmare Pack. Even humans know his name now because of his company.”

Ace got his blue eyes from his mom and black hair from his dad; he was the perfect combination of the two. Seconds later, my parents came in carrying plates and drinks. After placing them on the table they took their seats next to each other beside Mr Romano. I was sitting at the end of the table, Mason was in between me and Ace who had his legs crossed on the other chair and his head resting against Mason's arm with his phone in his hands. He really didn't give a fuck as to where he was or that his parents were present. He just say what he wants, do what he wants and where he wants.

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.

His voice broke on the last words, but Brittany’s eyes remained hollow, fixed on that damn wall like it was the only thing keeping her upright. “I know how much you want Ace dead,” Marco muttered, voice bitter with helplessness. “But you can’t do it alone. He’s… he’s not human, Britt. He’ll eat you alive.” But she didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t care. With a heavy sigh, Marco packed up the box and forced himself to stand, each step away from her like dragging chains on his ankles. At the door, Caspian was waiting, his face grim. “Still nothing?” Caspian asked.

Ace’s eyes narrowed, winter over a river. “Source?” “Cross doesn’t stamp their crates.” “Cross stamps everything,” Ace said softly. “Just not with ink.” He reached for a bolt cutter from a boy who tried not to show he was proud to be asked. Ace’s hands closed around metal; the cutter became a quiet promise. He snapped the lock and the crate’s ribs sighed. Masks. Saline. Disinfectant. Nothing that made a man forget his name. He dropped to a knee, tapped the false bottom with two knuckles, patient as a saint and twice as dangerous.