Marco X Tom Comic 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.”

Bianca shouted anxiously. Marco simply ignored her and went outside to the trial room next door, where Tommy was seated. Tommy stared at the man who walked in coldly. He had never been in such a position in his entire life, as no one would dare to do such a thing to someone of the Marwood Family. Marco sat down and said righteously, "Mr. Marwood, I've gone through your background. I know how powerful the Marwood Family is here, but none of that matters to me."

"I'm so sorry dear, for the troubles. Marco attacked you guys." So there's a new Villian to the story huh? "Who's Marco?" "Marco runs a Mafia gang in Russia. We used to be partners until, he found out I had something he also wanted. He is too greedy, thats his only problem, and might also be his downfall. So I think coming after you guys was his own way of starting a fight" "By f-ff-fight you mean? I stammered already scared of what was going to come next.

My brother had a history of fucking people up, and one of my nephews had killed his brother two years ago. Whatever problem he had with my family could wait. He’d get his revenge later, but not now. He didn’t have a choice but to answer when I called this meeting They all rose slightly as I entered. Not out of respect, not truly—but out of habit. “Don Marino,” Tommaso Rizzo said first, his lips curling around the title with something close to mockery. He still hadn’t gotten over losing to me, but no one cared about his feelings. “Renato,” Marco greeted with a small nod, his hand already fidgeting with his glass.

My phone beeped immediately, it was a notification. The guy with the shirt that says ‘family guy’ he’s sitting on the left side of the bar. Right? Marco and his love for cartoons. I followed his direction and found him, he wore a hat and kept looking down. I didn’t need to be a cop to know he had done something terrible. “Hello, Marco, what mess have you gotten yourself into this time?”

Adamo smirked coldly. A crowd is gathering now, a few maids, a couple of hotel guests, all staring at the scene unfolding. Marco’s voice drips venom. “You think this is funny? I should’ve fucked your best friend longer. Hell, that's why I fucked her in your car!” I don’t flinch. I don’t cry. I’m done. I step around Adamo, my eyes locking with Marco’s. He smirks, expecting weakness. Instead, I square my shoulders.

Even though he was easygoing with me till now, he was still one of the Ricco brothers and they were quite famous for their temper. As we both started walking towards the bar everyone got sidetracked when they saw us, their faces holding a scared look.I didn't understand their reaction. That's when I heard Marco's voice beside me "they fear and respect my tattoo and surname" he said, showing me the skull tattoo on his arm, which made me realize the power they hold on Chicago. As we reached the bar the bartender winked at me "is she the new girl, who came to work at the sex club? Man she is hot" he said To Marco.

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!"

When I got to the part where Jo says, "I'm so lonely, but I'd rather be lonely than love the wrong person just to escape it." I'd close the book and stare at the sunset for a while. Then I'd turn the page. I saw him at the market. I was reaching for a tomato when I caught a pair of black leather shoes in my peripheral vision. I looked up. Marco stood two meters away. No suit this time—just a long charcoal coat, collar slightly open. He looked thinner. His jawline sharper than I remembered, cut like something that had been worn down.

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?"