Marcus Coloma Novels & Stories

Alina reply "Now what's this new trick to kill me" Colt looked at the box suspiciously. "C'mn Baby. I packed some food for you. Now come on and let's have a walk along the beach". She holds his arms and pulled him towards the sea. ..... Marcus was in his office, looking over the pile of files. Just then his secretary enters and came near the Marcus table. Marcus looked at him for a brief moment and then continue his work again. "Bark". He said

'Business is business,' Don Marco said. "Ah! My favorite son came!" Marco's jolly voice echoed inside that room as soon as Rome opened the door. He was an Italian man, roughly around seventy. His eyes were gray, and so was his hair. Between his fingers was a stick of his good old tobacco, Columbian. His other hand was steadily resting above his expensive jewelled cane, brought to him, of course, by their hidden family business, trafficking people and drugs. Escobar, the lawyer, was motionlessly looking out of the window at that time. Rome could only imagine what had already happened. There was a dried bloodstain on Escobar's expensive collar, and his nose looked a little misaligned than when

"Can I ask you something? And I need complete honesty." "Always." "Why did you really come back? Was it just to stop Marcus? Or was there something else?" Colt set down his wrench. Wiped his hands on a rag. Took a long breath. "Honestly? Both. I needed to stop Marcus. He was escalating. Getting more dangerous. I could not let him hurt you or anyone else." He paused. "But I also could not stay away anymore. Watching you from a distance was torture. Seeing you rebuild your life. Seeing you smile. Seeing you with Daniel even knowing he was fake. It killed me every day."

He just sat there, his icy eyes staring into mine in a cold and unforgiving look, making my heart snap. “My men are working on it,” I continued, running my finger over the glass top to ease off my nervousness. “She’ll be yours in no time.” The bastard just stared, his lip twitching slightly. “You told me that three weeks ago, Carlito,” Marcos said, his voice low and clipped. “I’ve lost billions! Billions! Because you can’t keep your side of the deal.” I parted my lips to reply. I knew I had to say something, anything, before he unleashed his rage. But before I could say anything, Marcos sprang up from his seat with a fierce speed.

He went through Colton's bag looking for his credentials, he typed in everything, took a picture of him and sent it to site he had seen the application form of a personal bodyguard, and typed in his email. He hoped Colton gets the job, he really hoped so. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was the third day since Maria had an online post about the needed urgency of a personal bodyguard, she logged into her email and continued reading through the applicants form, until she came to an abrupt stop to an applicant. His name read, Colton Martakis, just the sight before her, the bulging muscle and the tattoos that ran all through his body, she felt like he is the perfect guy for the job.

" She asked. "Lucas is the second in command to a cartel drug lord. He's smart and he's the only one who knows the password and location for a large sum of cocaine hidden in an unknown deserted location." Yurik continued explaining and Caitlin's eyes widened - as if just realising how serious it actually was. "And you," she pointed between Yurik and I. 'Think I'm right for the job?" "We think you have potential and obviously we'll teach you a few things. You're a freelance journalist, right? Perhaps those skills could come in handy."

Then he paused and added, “Since you asked about me, Well, I am Marco Moreno, popularly known as Marc.” What?! Julia shouted in her mind. The man before her was a well known upcoming mafia leader. She had heard about his activities in the United States, and now, he was back in Italy! “Today I appear to be in a good mood,” Marco announced as he stood up. “In order to keep me in this mood,” he turned to Martin, “you know what I need.” Martin gave him a look before directing it to Julia, who was still sitting and staring at them.

If anything, he seemed pleased by the invitation, like I had just made his fucking day. I asked him about the docks where he was placed. "So the docks," Marco said, leaning back in his seat. "The shipment from Colombia came in this morning. Three crates. All of them cleared customs without any problems." "That's good," I said. "Yeah, the guy on the inside finally came through. Took him long enough. I was starting to think he was going to fuck us over." Marco shook his head. "You know how it is with those guys. They take your money, they promise you everything, and then they disappear like ghosts."

Robert hired me to do your security from today, and if it depends on me nobody will bother you anymore, miss, - please since you will be my surplus call me Kris only Kris please and what's yours in safety, - my name and Marcus and everyone calls me Marcão, but you can call me to find better with yourself said I will be your leftover now and it will be a pleasure to be, at this time look at him in the rearview and I saw that he was beautiful had to honey, -colored hair and fair skin plus your honey,

“You’re sure this is safe?” Elena gave a small nod. “Safe enough. What do you have for us?” The man, introducing himself as Marcus, exhaled sharply. “It’s worse than you think. Marquez’s influence is vast, but what I’ve uncovered… it’s a tangled web that reaches the highest echelons.” Over the next hour, Marcus laid out the full scope of the conspiracy. Secret bank accounts, off-the-record meetings, payoffs disguised as donations—everything meticulously documented. Elena and Luca listened intently, each revelation another piece of the puzzle.