Marco X Hekapoo Novels & Stories

In other words, their bets. "The lad is so full of himself, I don't like him," Inferno Vortex's second capo in command said through a screen on the wall. "The word is threatened, Julio." Marcus, IV third capo attacked from another screen with a side smile. "You're threatened by a small boy. Have always been. Good thing for you he's fixed on our dear Imperiya." Julio frowned. "At least, I don't go around messing up transactions." "You're mouth!" Marcus was clearly annoyed.

A growl rumbles over the noise of cracking bones as he rises to stand at his full height, the wooden floor creaking beneath his weight. As the three others stand watching in silence and shock, and before they have time to react, Marco starts stalking towards them dangerously. He outstretches one of his arms and drags his claw across the wall, embedding deep claw marks into the cement as an uncomfortable scratching noise emits from this motion.

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.

Aiming the tip of rifle at Mark Devis's forehead, I threateningly asked," Why the fuck you refused to sign a deal with Mcadam corporation?" For a few seconds, Mark kept quiet, staring down at the ground. His thick blood dripped off his cracked forehead, dirtying the area he was sitting. I removed my rifle from his forehead and squatted in front of him. Cupping his bleeding chin in my right hand, forcing him to look at me. " Are you fucking dumb? I hate quiet ones." That's when mimicking Mark's tone enraged me. " So you're the infamous Mafia Boss of DarZ group. Xavier Hill who is in reality Ceo Caspar Mcadam," Mark chuckled.

He had always been a perceptive and compassionate child, and I was astounded by the profoundness of his dreams and musings at such a tender age. "Marco, you truly are incredible," I exclaimed, playfully tousling his hair. "I'm aware, Mommy. When I'm older, I aspire to become an angel and bring joy to others," Marco declared, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "You already bring immense happiness to our lives, my sweet child. And who knows, perhaps one day you'll be an angel in your own unique way," I replied, beaming at him. Out of nowhere, a knock echoed through the room, causing me to glance over at Marcus. With a sense of anticipation, he rose from his seat, assuming it was Elijah

“Jesus, Scott, can you go five minutes without trying to stir shit?” Scott’s smirk widened, like he lived to get under people’s skin. “Jesus, Marco, I thought you were my guy, not his. Don’t tell me you’re switching sides now. I’d be devastated.” The man, named Marco turned to him, his tone flat, “I’m on the side that shuts you the fuck up.” Adriano looked up, his eyes finally met mine and no expression crossed his face, none. No smile, no flicker of surprise, no softness, just a flat stare like I was one of the fixtures.

"Turn over. Let me look at you." I bit my lip. He waited, our eyes met, and I reluctantly turned over. There was silence, and one long finger stroked my left ass cheek. "You're so beautiful." Mariano placed a soft kiss on the skin, then bit on it. I gasped, then said teasingly, "That's so kinky." He snorted. "Says the one who keeps saying," He breathed before raising his pitch, "Si,signore." I felt blood rush to my cheeks, and I flipped over, and scowled at him.

"Sorry to bother you so late. Any chance you have some sugar? I’m in the middle of making a sauce and ran out." I froze for a second, taking him in. Marco was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark tousled hair, a stubbled jaw, and piercing green eyes that scanned me slowly. At 36, he carried that rugged Sicilian confidence, the kind that came from long days working the family olive groves. His simple white t-shirt stretched across his chest, and his jeans hung low on his hips. I smiled, suddenly very aware that my robe barely reached mid-thigh. "Sugar? Of course. Come in, I’m Sophia."

“Dirty little slut. You like the idea of paying your daddy’s debt with this tight cunt, don’t you?” I bit my lip and nodded, cheeks burning with shame and excitement. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on my tit. “Good. The debt starts tonight.” Marco pushed me down onto the couch on my back. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick, heavy cock. It was bigger than any I’d seen — veiny, with a fat head already leaking precum. “Open your legs wide. Show the crew what they’re getting as payment.” I spread my thighs, exposing my smooth, dripping pussy.

It was the kind of friendship based on mutual understanding and shared interests, not emotional bonds. “Marco,” I replied, my voice low and steady. I didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “I need information on someone. Someone who’s been moving through Paris and mo recently. His name’s Max.” Marco’s expression shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing as he processed the name. “Max, huh? The guy who thinks he’s playing both sides?” He clicked his tongue, clearly not impressed. “I thought he was just another wannabe, but I think he’s more involved than I realized.”