Marco X Hekapoo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smirked. “Says the guy who writes Della poetry and pretends he’s not a romantic.” Della covered her mouth to hide a laugh as Marco’s cheeks turned pink. “How… how do you know that?” “I’m your Alpha. I know everything,” I teased. “Alright, you got me. Mates change us, make us whole. All I know is that I never want to go back to life without her,” Marco stated. “See, there’s that romantic,” I teased.

“And I ended it.” He paused. I just stared ahead at the darkness, not answering. “I took him out to a shack in the woods,” Marco said, tapping ash over the balcony edge. “Gutted him. Even though he cried and begged for mercy. You know why I did it?” I finally looked at him. “Why?” He smiled. “Because he spoke to a girl I had a crush on in the eighth grade.” The words sat heavy in the air between us. My mind raced, trying to connect dots.

I refused to give him that satisfaction. Marco laughed slowly as he held the burning iron against my flesh. “You know,” he said, voice thick with glee, “I’ve been waiting for this day. The day you finally fuck everything up. The day the boss loses all trust in you… and starts trusting me instead.” He pressed the iron harder, twisting it slightly. The smell of burning skin filled the air. “Now I’m the happiest guy in the world,” he continued, almost laughing. “The great Arnold Black Russo… reduced to this. Pathetic.”

Neither of them spoke. Because I wasn't finished. "You know what?" I laughed. A little hysterically. "I genuinely hope every single mafia man wakes up tomorrow with erectile dysfunction!" Silence. "I hope your bloodlines end with you!" Marco made a strange choking sound. "I hope women collectively unionise and leave all of you to die alone!" Marco looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh. “Does the word unionise exist?” I pointed at him. "You too, Apple Boy!" "...Apple Boy?"

He pouted his lips at me. "Marco, Marco is not a monster and I will always love him. He makes me happy and he never tried to force himself on me. Sure, he is someone who acts based on anger but he is the best thing that happened to me even when my life is just a mess and I would not change that for anything or anyone." I said to Rarf and spat on his face.

It made my skin crawl on itself, even if it was just in my head. "There will be no need for that, bring her to me," Marco ordered. I noticed the way that Mother obediently did as he said. It was as if she feared him. This made me wonder who exactly this Marco was. Could the rumors be true? That he was a killer and had his roots deep in the mafia world? We reached Marco and mother presented me before him. He smirked as he ran his eyes over me, almost undressing me with the way that he assessed me.

His eyes widened at the sight of the man sleeping beside him, his back turned to him. The man's long dark hair covered the pillow he laid his head on and he was so muscular and huge with his bare back studded with strong muscles. Disappointment coated Marco’s features and his cheeks heated up in embarrassment when he recalled everything that happened last night. His scattered thoughts returned, arranging themselves like a damned puzzle, and his eyes sprang wide like saucers when he realized what he had just done. He could recall taking a small drink at the bar and.. everything became blurry and dizzy… he got so hard at the sight of the man at the urinals and…..

He nods but still seems confused about how she walked so close so freely, and it makes me laugh. “Right, I’m back.” I close the laptop, hearing him. Leaning over, he kisses me, and I hear Bear growl. “What did you find out?” He turns and reaches down to get Serita. Bear stands and growls. “Fuck sake Dario two! Fuss.” I tighten my lips as Marco glares at him. “Give it a year, and I will be like the guards, unable to get close. Possessive asshole.” “Well, now you know how it feels.”

“Leo, I don’t care what brought you back from the States. But listen closely—stay away from her.” Leo chuckled softly, unfazed by Marco’s warning. “You’re already divorced. What claim do you still have on her?” Marco’s eyes blazed with anger, but he forced a smile, his voice dripping with venom. “Who says the divorce changes anything?” Leo raised an eyebrow, maintaining his calm demeanor. “What are you trying to say?” Marco’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he brought up an old memory. “Remember the cat we had when we were kids? I raised it for two years before I got bored and threw it away. But you… you secretly picked it up and raised it behind my back.”

Noticing how her shoulder seemed to be trembling, Marco’s eyes widened. “You just used me…. Didn’t you? You are the worst” Pulling her hand with all her might, Marco was surprised to see Hera like that. “Yeah… I am the worst…” He chuckled to himself. But one can see the fog on his eyes, the pale look he had joined with his messy hair. “I am the worst…”