Mario On My Block Novels & Stories

"Did you wait for me for so long?" "No. I just arrived. But you– Did you run from her house up to here?" "Did you close your eyes as I got the tricycle?" "I'm trying to say, you look messy. Look at your sweat. It has not gotten dry. What happened exactly?" I wipe my face using the back of my arm. "Don't mention it? You have no idea how far her house is in civilization." Mario chortles. "I see. Next time, I'll pay you guys a visit. I'm dying to see what her house looks like. Is it scary?"

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

“I don’t know your name either Angel but maybe next time.” “What do you mean by that?” I ask confused but he only smiles at me before saying. “It's not that much of a big city and I am certain, I'll see you again,” he replies before walking away. I shook my head trying to get this unexpected meeting out of my head as I picked out the egg crates and placed them in the tray. Shit! Mario. I pushed the cart in the direction of the checkpoint walking as fast as I could. “Why did you take so long?” he asks as I stand behind him on the line.

She gave me what I wanted. And Flora? Gone. Erased. Forgotten. Or so I thought. Suddenly, the door opened without a knock. Mario stepped in, wearing his usual annoyed face. His boots clicked on the floor, and he crossed the room quickly like he owned the place. I frowned. “Mario. You don’t knock?” He didn’t answer that. He walked right up to us. “I heard you talking.” “So?” I raised an eyebrow, clearly irritated. “You spying on me now?”

Diego taught me that. Damn it.. please stop I'm about to die. I don't want to start getting emotional. I grabbed one of the men that was half conscious by the collar and pinned him to the wall. "Where is Mario? you better start talking", I said not even smiling. "Un..untop of the.. the building...last ...Fl... floor", he choked out. I dumped him and started climbing the damn stairs. Fuck it was like a 1000 stairs here.. How the fuck was Mario able to get something like this in an island??

Smoke filled the air as Mario was sitting on the couch with a cigarette in hand, surrounded by those useless friends of his, the ones he gambled with, the ones I despised so much. I stepped inside, my heels clicking against the floor as I crossed my arms. Mario looked up with surprise on his face. "Babe, you’re here?" He quickly turned off the music, tossing his cigarette aside. I didn’t respond. Instead, I shot a cold glare at his friends, making my displeasure clear. Mario cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh… guys, my woman’s here. You should go. We’ll catch up later." His friends chuckled, some of them eyeing me with shameless desire before finally leaving.

he says messing with my hair “oh come on, I look horrible” I say, Mario holds my hand and leds me inside his apartment, I look around at the beautiful surroundings “are you married or something? Cause there is no way your house would be this beautifully decorated and clean” I say, Mario lets out a laugh “who needs a wife when I have five maids that do everything for me?” he asks, he takes me to a room where I find Daisy on the floor making a puzzle “look whose here!” Mario says getting her attention

she said Mario emphatically. “I don’t fcking care about you little sht, you’re not a part of this, you should shut your mouth,” he said to Joy. “I am aware of it, Mr,” Joy grumbled. Joy was irritated because Myxy was with this man, and she didn’t even wake up after he did that. They hurried to Hover, but Mario swiftly vanished in front of them, and at his speed, they couldn’t catch up with him. Mario continued dodging the two, and we simply stood there watching what was going on. Aunt Pneona didn’t know whether to laugh or intervene to save her niece. I looked about for whatever I might use to take Myxy away from him. But I’m not sure what I could do to take her away from that fcking man.

Everything made sense; this was his way of retaliating after I crushed his ego, and he decided to get back at me by revealing that my golden boyfriend was a scumbag, and now I had to use him to exact revenge. My situation could not have been worse. I had only eleven months and three weeks until I went to college and would be free of his obnoxious presence and the damned city. As usual, he had some girl rocking her waist on him, and I felt a pain in my chest; couldn't he just stick to one girl? Mario, my phantom serial killer, approached me, his hands wrapped around my shoulders. “Oh, I forgot to warn you that this is a party and you need to be careful out here.”

Mario's teeth shone and I folded my fist to punch him but managed to stop myself. "You're never going to touch the Queen, if she is home now and has activated the syndicate's resources, you'll be no match for her. I swear, you'll all beg on your knees for mercy" Mario's voice was loud but I wasn't moved and released my tightened fist. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes and then he sneered, "The Di Marco will crush this New York group, don't think so high of yourself" "I don't care" My response was straight and I noticed a twitch in Mario's face.