Marco X Star Novels & Stories

“Wait—what?” Even Xavier’s brows furrowed slightly, his phone lowering. “Romance-themed?” Marco’s smile widened, clearly enjoying our reactions. “Yes. Holding hands, soft gazes, leaning in… maybe even a kiss for one or two shots.” I felt heat instantly creep into my cheeks. “A kiss? Marco, are you serious?” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “You’ve both signed contracts. And—” He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, and began scrolling. “Let me show you something.”

Noticing Marco’s weird movements from the rearview mirror, aldo sat up a little. He glanced over to the side window, he looked but failed to see what Marco was constantly checking for. “Problem?” Aldo asked, his voice low. “Maybe,” Marco replied, his tone tight but calm. “Hang on.” Marco’s fingers danced over the console, flipping a switch that dimmed their taillights to make their brake signals less noticeable. He tapped a button on his earpiece, activating a private channel to the rest of Aldo’s security team.

One of the older men looked at Marco. “I might grant you your wish, but let’s get down to business. Zach, either behave or get out.” Zach glared at me as he walked backwards until he hit the wall. “What do you want from me?” Turning back at Marco, I took my seat. Marco hit a few buttons, making all the screens light up. “This is your portable system. It appears that it is no longer working. I applade myself on my technical abilities but unfortuantly, you have me stumped.”

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

When they opened the oak door, I could not believe my eyes. The room was enormous. Shaped in a huge circle, it was lined with hundred-foot-tall stone columns, ornately decorated. It was well lit, torches placed every 5 feet, all throughout the room. It looked like the Pantheon. It looked ancient.

The steady hum of the jet's engine filled the luxurious cabin. Seated in the opulent, cream-leather chair, Marco Donato's fingers moved swiftly across the keys of his laptop. His eyes—dark grey—were locked on the screen, his expression sharp and focused. In his mid-twenties, Marco's entire presence radiated dominance. His tall, muscular physique filled the seat with an effortless grace, his black hair styled just enough to maintain a hint of messiness, giving him a charming look.

“I want more.” “Not on the menu.” He leaned forward. “Everything has a price, Anderson.” My name on his tongue felt like a key turning in a lock I didn’t know existed. Before I could answer, Marco burst through the door, face pale. “Mr. Voss—” “Out,” Xander said. One word. Marco obeyed like he’d been trained with a whip. The door clicked shut. Xander stood. Taller than I’d realized. Broader. He circled me once, predator assessing prey. Then he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and produced a slim leather folder. I opened it, and a single sheet of paper slid onto the low table between us.

Losing him wasn’t an option. Marco adjust the cuff on his patterned red long-sleeve vintage shirt. He wore a pair of black slim-fit silky trousers, and Red and black Christian Louboutin Louis Spike Sneakers that complimented his Red and black outfit. His hair was packed into a short ponytail. He wore an expensive Richard Mille that made a bold statement.

So, instead of standing, Marco fell forward, but Marco leaned his free hand on the backrest of Skye’s seat. “Hey! Don’t tell me you are into this ugly face?” Marco chuckled. “Shut up!” Skye scoffed. “Can I pinch it?” She asked. I looked up to check what she was talking about, but all I could see was Marco’s back. I guess she was curious about the silicon mask Marco was wearing. It was made according to our sizes, so it fitted perfectly on us. One of my younger friends is into this business. He used to work for a company that produced prosthetics art crafts. Marco lent him money to start his own business, and now he owns a business that produces prosthetic-made medical items. We sent him Skye

Xaviero had been observing Raven for fifteen years. "And now?" "Now Xaviero's getting impatient. He wants those formulas, wants those routes, wants to consolidate his power.” Marco leaned forward. “And he’s ready to fight, whatever it takes. Including going through you. Through your wife." I drew my gun, pushed the muzzle against Marco's forehead. “Give me a reason not to kill you right now.”