Mario Brothers Real Life Novels & Stories

] My hand shook so hard that I almost dropped my phone. Damn clickbait. Who the heck came up with these headlines? I sat in the car, staring out at the city lights streaking by, Adam’s apple bobbing. Leon and I’s relationship was complicated. On paper, it was a perfect adopted golden child versus the playboy heir. I was the real playboy, while he was the fake saint. Dad had been completely taken in by him. On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care.

It's not that he doesn't want his tito to be here but the three of them will never stop bugging him if he will not come to the party. "Jiro, My savior!" Casper immediately went to his brother to hug him. "Help me convince our cousin, please?" Casper Jace Lazarillo and Jiro Gavin Lazarillo are brothers and the sons of the most famous mafia in the whole country, Miguel Lazarillo. Casper was the eldest son and Jiro is the second. But if people compare them both, Jiro is more mature than Casper. Jiro is a chess player, His strength is his mindset and strategic plans. While Casper is a masculine guy, he is more on physical activities. That's why Caspian needs both of them in his city.

She raised a question with her hands flailing in the air. "Shut up Mario or else I will tell her you knew all along, and you traveled to Panama City to inform her of the information you found out but for reasons best known to yourself, you could not tell her the truth. Oops, I guess the cat is out of the bag now." Sir Carlo announced with a red hot face. He was sick and tired of Mario feigning he was a royal soldier, but in reality, he was a hypocrite booty-licking parasite lying his way up to the comare heart.

Mario said with no gained respect to his elder sister. “But Mario, it’s me Marites your big sister” Marites tried her best so that Mario is able to remember her. “Ah, I know, right I remembered it clearly! Your Marites, a useless woman that I ever be my own family! So why are you here? Are you here to begged? How ridiculous! I have long severed our ties as a brother and sisters. You are not part of the family!” Mario disrespect to her big sister and mocked her but Marites still didn’t spoke and bowed her head while her heart is crying.

’ [You betrayed my Father] She whispered aghast at these revelations, ‘Eri uno dei suoi amici più fidati e lavoravi per quel Demone?’ [You were one of his most trusted friends and you worked for that Demon?] Mario shrugged carelessly, ‘Era mio cugino, eravamo legati di sangue, conosci la legge sulla mafia’ [He was my cousin, we were blood tied, you know the Mafia law] She was staring at him remembering her Father telling her Mother Mario was the best friend any man could have but her Mother had warned him to be careful.

He instructed. Mario and Freddy were brothers—twin brothers to be exact—and they were one of the few Adonis could trust after Luca. They were just fourteen when Adonis found them locked in a cell during one of the raids he had conducted in Italy. He had personally taken them under his wing; it was not like he had a choice. They couldn't remember much about where they were from. The only information they had on the boys was that they were brought in at ten years old for sexual trade. For four years they were rented to people in high places who had a fetish for little boys but didn't want their secret to be known.

I wasn’t supposed to be here for this long, it was supposed to be a quick fix, and then I can go back to Italy, and take over for my father, but this is all turning into something more than a couple local gangs, it’s much bigger than that. “Marcel,” Mario walks up behind me, with this weeks hair color purple, the only thing I can focus on when I look at him. Mario, is stranger than most people, which is why I like him I guess. Not to mention, his hand to hand combat skills are almost as good as mine… almost. That’s not the only reason I keep him around, his people skills have saved me from many situations that my judgment was wrong on. If there’s anyone's gut that I trust more than my own, i

Mario hummed, feeling unconcerned as he slumped into a couch and poured himself some brandy. My mind reeled as to what Mario said reechoed in my head. A brother with the same mark? Could it be that Mario has a brother? A twin? I shook my head in disbelief. If his brother knew about him then he would have come for him a long time ago. Perhaps, it was a misunderstanding. “Did you find anything?” Mario’s soft voice slipped into my mind. I cranked my head in his direction and shook my head negatively. “I couldn’t find anything.”

Cicio watched Mario, almost the same age as himself, walk with an invisible crown on his head, wondering how to get to the top of the world like Mario. After a quick dinner near the Pescatore residence, Cicio wandered around. A bunch of street punks came across him and decided to make fun of his imperfect Italian. Light-hearted jokes escalated to fistfights because of Cicio’s sense of dignity, but he lacked physical strength at that age to fight five punks. He got beaten up, left bleeding in the street. It was Mario who came out of the house and took him inside. Mario asked Cicio to be taken care of, his wounds to be treated, and made sure the punks learn the lesson.

I sat up on the bed when I realized something, "It sounded urgent when Mario called you. What do you think was the reason he wanted us to leave the park so soon?" "Mario isn't just a wealthy and fearsome man, Gia. He has dangerous dealings with dangerous people. He could have sensed danger and wanted us to leave," she answered, and I got even more curious. I knew that Mario was a ruthless mafia king and didn't hesitate to kill anyone who didn't follow his rules, but I never knew of his dealings. Or what he did when he was out of the house. I always thought that he had some business that generated a lot of money and had guards because of it.