Novelas y relatos de Marco X Janna

At first, there was no sign of de Marco, Fabrizio, or Donatello. Talana walked in like she owned the place. Her jeans and sneakers meant business. Outside, Massimo was on edge. This was his woman entering that place. His entire body coiled tight like a predator waiting to strike. Back inside, a figure stepped forward, his smile sharp and untrustworthy. It was Drake De Marco. “Gianna ” he greeted, his voice smooth, but his eyes gleamed with something far more sinister. “I was wondering if you’d actually show.”

Gianni spoke up getting back on his feet. "She's the best skilled Assassin we have in the group, we need a shooter from a far " Mariana's looked up at Marco with wide eyes. Did he trust her that much??

Mara raised an eyebrow and looked out the window. "What do you want from me?" Mara was very fierce and she just wanted this Keren lady to go straight to the point. "I like your attitude and like you, I also love to hit the nail on the head. Here is the thing" Keren was beginning to make sense to Mara finally. "I'm listening" Mara finally looked at her. "I deal with other things, smuggling them in and out of the country and I would need your help to do that" Keren was blunt.

Isla If I thought the uncle’s comment was loud, the silence that followed was louder. Marco’s grin was directed at me like he’d just thrown a grenade and was waiting to see who would burn first. Sienna gasped, “Zio, per favore—stop embarrassing me!” But Marco just winked. “What? I’m only saying what everyone is thinking.” He motioned around the room dramatically. “No one warned me the Americans were arriving with supermodels.” My cheeks flamed so hot I could’ve powered the villa’s entire electricity grid.