Marco X Hekapoo Novels & Stories

Marco. Right now even though Mr. Marco looks very upset with Riko, it seems like Mr. Marco will not make things difficult for Riko. Right now it looks like Mr. Marco doesn't want to bother and let Riko go, maybe because right now Mr. Marco is in a happy mood. That might make Mr. Marco a little kind, it looks like Mr. Marco doesn't look like usual. This time Mr. Marco is very indifferent, even though usually if someone Mr. Marco makes a mistake. Mr. Marco will not let him go, Mr. Marco will torture that person until that person dies.

I frowned trying to remember where I heard it. “Most people have. Not for good reasons. He’s unstable. Addicted to coke. Shoots heroin when he can’t sleep. Thinks he’s invincible because he was born into power but he’s all impulse. No brain. Dangerous in all the wrong ways.” “And we’re negotiating with him?” “No. We’re using him. There’s a difference.” Marco said his voice cool and direct. This is getting way more interesting. I’m glad I killed Luca. “Go on.” I leaned back slightly brows lifting in interest.

Anaya responded, “Are there any people you know named Scar? He killed someone dear to me. Please, if you can, help me in any way.” “This is just between us, right? I don’t want any trouble,” she said, looking side to side. She said, as I agreed, “I don't know this Scar guy personally. Nevertheless, I met a man named Marcus, who was his low-level man. He worshipped that Scar guy. According to him, Scar was planning something big and he would stop at nothing. I don’t know anything else.” “Do you have any idea where we can find Marco?” she inquired.

Against the back of the wall stood a huge choir. Suddenly, a young man, maybe 20, with long, flowing black hair, dressed in a tux, strutted proudly onto the stage. He cut right through the aisle of performers, heading for the center. As he did, the entire audience rose to its feet and applauded. “Who’s he?” I asked. He reached the center and bowed repeatedly, smiling. Even from up here, I could see that he was startlingly attractive. “Sergei Rakov,” Jonah answered. “He’s one of the best vocalists in the world.”

ZOE’S POV The bar was a sleek marble slab, lined with stools and backlit bottles. I slid onto one, my legs still slightly unsteady from everything I had seen so far. The bartender Marco leaned over with a charming smile. "Evening, beautiful. What’s your name? What can I get for you?” I adjusted on the stool, tracing the edge of the bar. "Just a vodka soda, please. I’m Zoe.” He poured it smoothly, sliding it over. "I'm Marco. Been slinging drinks here for years. Master J doesn't bring just anyone in like this.”

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 stood, his movements fluid and predatory, and crossed the room to offer a hand. "Hello. I am Marco," he said, his deep, melodic accent hinting at his Mediterranean pack origins. His icy blue eyes held a sharp, inquisitive glint. Standing well over six feet with a powerful, corded build and a razor-sharp jawline, he was the personification of a lunar fantasy.

"Tch, why didn't you say it earlier? You bastard! since you've answered the question, then I'll be kind enough to make you fresh to meet your father in hell. Thank you, Sheera!' Marco's snake smirked. "Wha ... what? what are you? aaaggghhh..." ***

Marco shrieked in anguish, a sob leaving his throat. Xavier scoffed, ambling close once again, ignoring the way Marco's body wriggled like a leaf as he tilted his head to the side, revealing a mate mark on his neck. Xavier smirked, his calm facade not decamping. "I didn't realize you found your mate, Marco. Looks like a fresh mark, should we invite him, I'm sure he would be ecstatic to see you?" "No, no, no!" Marco shook his head repeatedly. "He knows nothing about this, don't bring him into this!"