Marcus Coloma Novels & Stories

Terzo looked at me. “How did he get in touch with that man? Don’t tell me they just bumped into each other and casually say to him, Hey, can you grab me a pretty girl for five grand? It doesn’t make any sense.” “I got his phone, sir,” said Gio. “It’s Spade Kolby.” “The Spade Kolby who jumped off the plane?” the other guy said. “I’m a fan, man.” Terzo just rolled his eyes. “That’s my other cousin, Marco. And yes, he’s your fan. Can you check his phone, Marco?”

I've, I've stuttered furiously but trying to keep my voice as low as possible. "I am not here for the dancer today. I'm here for something else, Marco." Marcus said, his voice cold and ruthless as he delivers a hard deadline. "You have exactly one week to hand over all legal information and real identity records of the Max dancer, or I will buy out the club, shut it down, lock the doors forever, just to prove to you that I can," he said, and instantly gave him his evil smile before slamming some files on the desk.

A way of keeping girls in line with the threat of being used sexually? “I’m sorry.” Domenico removed his gun and stuffed it back in his waistband before standing. “Get him cleaned up and back to Jax.” “Be grateful la Bestia granted you mercy,” Marco said to the slug. My brow scrunched at the name—the Beast. It was fitting. Once again, the slug’s eyes widened and snapped to Domenico. He immediately turned onto his knees, bowing in front of Domenico, arms outstretched on the floor, his head down.

Chapter 37 Early in the evening, Marcos was at a nightclub, sunk into a leather couch in the VIP area, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes were red—not just from the alcohol, but from the anger and frustration spilling out of every word. Beside him, his friend Gustavo listened attentively, though his expression suggested he was more entertained by the drama than offering real comfort. “Man, you won’t believe what happened today,” Marcos began, swirling the glass and almost spilling the amber liquid. “My grandma, that witch Dona Amélia, humiliated me at the company.”

’ I said to myself as I continued to stare at Marcus. Marcus Zoldago: a prominent businessman who has established a lot of businesses throughout the other continents and is starting to do so here in the Kingdom of Sagareste. The starter step would be me and my candle business. Is this a good thing or not, I am not sure. But it is a good thing that I have Marcus to guide and help me at least. That way, I won’t stumble in the dark over and over again. My mind kept on circling around the thought of Marcus and how enigmatic he is in my perspective. Though my train of thought was interrupted when Marcus suddenly spoke.

Leonardo must have changed just like he had or even worse. A cold sweat ran down his back. Suddenly he was just as worried as the groom and his family. Had something really happened to Mikaella? Had Leo really done what he said or was it metaphorical? Marcus couldn't risk it which is why he stood up uneasily left the church in a frenzy bumping into each and every guest waiting outside for the bride. "Colt! Colt, I need you to get me Ms Cervantes location. Also any news of any accident reported this morning or even right now!"

“Pleasure.” Marcos looked at Adam, then back at her, still struggling to believe that the Crow—the person he had been competing with all this time—was a woman. He couldn’t quite process the information. “Aren’t you going to say anything, Marcos?” Adam asked, knowing he was pissed off in that moment. “Nice to meet you… crow,” Marcos replied, deliberately pausing on the last word. He still had one question. “Why do you use that codename if you’re a woman?”

At least that’s what she told herself when she first sat down. Then he took the seat beside her. Tall. Broad shoulders. Deep brown skin with a hint of a beard. Late thirties. Expensive watch. The kind of man who looked like he fucked without asking permission twice. “Hope you don’t mind,” he said, voice low and smooth as he settled in. “Long flight. Name’s Marcus.” Chioma gave him a polite smile. “Chioma.” She tried to focus on her tablet, but she could feel him looking. Not creepily. Just… aware. Like he already knew what her pussy smelled like when she was wet.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with the calm confidence of a man used to getting exactly what he wanted. "Giovanni!" he called, raising his voice over the engines. They shook hands with a tight grip, followed by a brief shoulder hug. "And who's this stunning lady with you?" he asked, his gaze shifting to Carly. Carly offered a sweet smile, tilting her head. "Careful. I charge extra for flattery before noon." The man laughed, delighted. Giovanni's arm slid around her waist. "Carly, this is Marcus Alvarez—old college friend and the brilliant lunatic who decided to build a racetrack in Subic."

All I know is that this is one of those sent by Volter to be a spy in the village and why is he here? "C-Colby? What are you doing here?" I asked with a hint of surprise. I turned to Marcus. "Do you know that man, Marcus? He is a traitor and a villain," I confessed. But I was surprised by his reaction that he was not even worried or affected and so were the people in the room. Colby even smiled and shook his head while he was still drinking.