Marcus Coloma Novels & Stories

He wasn't what Dominic expected. Medium height, plain clothes, looked like someone who worked in an office somewhere unremarkable. Maybe forty, maybe older, hard to tell. Carried nothing except a small phone and sat down at Ray's kitchen table like he'd been there before. He looked at Dominic first then at Maya then at Ray. "Marcus Webb," he said. Not offering a hand. Just saying it so they knew what to call him. "You want tea," Marta said from the stove.

Hr growled, pulling her face closer to his, his lips at her ears, "Anything for you buttercup," That night, Marcellus stood by the glass window in his dome, casting a weary glance on Ocean city. He slowly exhaled the smoke from the cigarette he rolled between his lips. His jaws clenched and unclenched from worry, the air was thick with something evil and ominous he could feel it in his bones and it chilled him to the core. Something just didn't feel right. Karma was really a bitch. And she had him wrapped around her little fingers now. Leading him right into his destruction.

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 few minutes past before he replied back. "I don't know why you want us to wait, but we will wait to hear from you, just know that we don't have a lot of time before they know we are here" Axel responded back to us. I looked to Mark with a questioning gaze and he looked at the guard and the pretty bird before looking back at me. "Oh I see he wants to see what's going to happen with my future wife and the guard" I thought to myself smirking at Mark and then paying attention on them again. When the guard looked back up at her he had a determined look on his face, this can't be good. Frowning at the fucker I looked over at her and saw her smiling at him with a evil look in her eye making me ev

"Not a match. Not a fight. Just reaction. Fast feet, reflexes, positioning. Today you're not watching the movement. You're watching the person." "Who is it?" Lennox asked, suspicion lacing his tone. "Guy from a Madrid club," Marcus answered. "Arrived two days ago with his coach. Offered to jump in if we had a slot. Today, we have one." Lennox asked no more. He stood up.

I gave the screen one last look, logged out, shut the laptop. “Send him in.” The door opened. Marcos Montoya walked in like he owned the building. Smooth. Calculated. Arrogant. His presence shifted the air. “Dante,” he said, too casual. “Rumor is there’s a woman in your city. Marisol Franco. That name ring a bell?” Rage crawled under my skin. I kept my voice flat. “I don’t know anyone by that name.” He watched me, eyes sharp. Then pulled out his phone.

The breakfast ended with Marcos' continuously teasing him, he told his son that he was a chic boy in the past who girls line up for, he never courted someone except from his mother, it ended after as Marcos' fell into deep emotions regarding Amelia Warner. Later in the morning, Marcus prepared to go to Esper, he can't definitely miss to go to the company since it has been days without seeing Beatrice, he feels so lonely. Using his limited edition Bugatti Veyron, he accelerated fast to the company, walk ran the way to his office and found Drake Hart in his table. Drake was his proxy when he's out and busy with other companies, Drake stood up and bowed courteously as soon as he walked towards

I said as I tried to calm her down, with the hope that, Marcel will not be able to hurt the little boy. Marcel is a Mafia Don who has been wanting me to get involved in their shady business, my dad had an understanding with them, and after he died, they felt I should return the same favor as did my father. But I turned them down and ever since, they have been looking for ways to make me bend to their rules. He is very violent and considered very dangerous. But how he knew that Erica had a son before I did, bothered me. This only means one thing, he is got a tag on me.

“Come on my cock, pet. Show me who this pussy belongs to now.” I shattered again, harder this time. My walls clamped down around him, milking his thick shaft as pleasure crashed through me. He groaned, slammed deep, and came… flooding my pussy with hot, thick ropes of cum until it leaked out around his cock and dripped onto the boardroom table. He stayed inside me for a long moment, breathing hard, then pulled out slowly. A thick glob of his cum followed, sliding down my ass to the wood. Marcus tucked himself away, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black collar with a silver tag that read “Property of Marcus Vale.”

He leaned against the counter next to me, smelling like whiskey and cologne. “You look like you’re trying to forget something bad, sweetheart,” he said, voice rough but not unkind. I laughed, but it came out bitter. “You have no idea.” He signaled the bartender for two more shots. “Name’s Marcus. Those are my boys over there — Tyler, Jake, and Rico. Rough day hm?” “Rough life,” I muttered, downing the new shot. The burn felt good now. Everything was warm and spinning.