Mark Manio Novels & Stories

I look at my captors and Maximo has a huge daring smirk. “ Can I please just talk to my friend?” I plead. “ Tell him anything about us, and he is dead. Make sure you think carefully before doing anything stupid.” Santino warns. “ And don’t leave this lounge,” Maximo adds as he grabs a bottle of wine instead. I stand up quickly and rush to hug Mark. I hear a growl behind me, but I ignore it. He grabs my arm and pulls me along. The whole time I can feel eyes on me. They are burning through my back.

Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for. "She's a child man " John says like me he's happily married but unlike me I don't see the girl next door as a child. "We here for porker not for ogling teenagers " Carter says winking at me I kick him under the table ,he swears under his breath asshole.

Aiden : what has she ever done to you? Man : she attracted me in the way that no other has ever done to me with her bump. She is used by you, still I am willing to accept her. Aiden : you bastard…. He was going to punch him when that man points his gun to calista. Man : aww how can you not remember your friend?? Making a sad pout, he spoke. Aiden : WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? FUCKER… Shouted Aiden. Man : remember your best friend from childhood. When you both started working for that mafia?

He approves his family, that was when instinct took over. 'Get up Cain' a voice called out from my coma state, I open my eyes look around checking my surrounding it looks like a dungeon, still questioning how I got to this place before it all came back, the mouth watering smell, the new born pup, his second chance mate I'm not sure how that is possible, marking the new born pup, sliver piercing my shoulder and losing consciousness. Everything came back to me, I couldn't believe I mark a child, I feels so disgusted in this act of mine. I'm still a monster after all if I could mark a little baby, sealing her permanently to me with out given her a chance to choose me.

The pain dulled to a throb. The Mark went quiet. He looked at my shoulder. Then at my mother. Something unreadable passed through his eyes. “This ritual is unfinished,” Mother Elara said quickly. “The seal has not—” “End it,” the man said. Two words. Absolute. Armed men flooded the chamber. The Elders shouted. Someone tried to run. They didn’t make it far. I couldn’t look away from him. From the way the candles flickered when he moved. From the way the Mark under my skin pulsed faintly, like it recognized him.

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me. “So,” she murmured. “You and my son have been… active… it seems.” Heat crept up my neck, but I didn’t look away. I refused to. “I don’t have the makeup to cover it up. I am embarrassed walking around with the marks, but Alpha Marcel seems to enjoy seeing them, and even if I wanted to, I have no way of trying to cover it.” She nodded, and I could see her chewing the inside of her mouth as she clearly debated on how to respond to what I just said.

JACE ‘JR’ ASHER/ TRIGGER ‘AND ON HIS RIGHT, WE HAVE MICHAEL MARKOVICH’ Marius, the occasional driver of Nicolas Amato pointed blandly at the punk seated at the lanai, sharing a cigar with the boss. The Armani suit clad guy turned twenty-four last year getting his trust fund after his father’s death and while he was new in the game, Michael Markovich was pretty well known. A business man on the outside and a shady arms dealer on the inside. AND LIKE Nicolas Amato, the Feds had nothing on him but rumors and the regular witnesses that disappeared before they could take a stand in court.

“But he’s here. Which is a step up from ‘strapped to a bed while administrators argue over insurance codes She adjusted the oxygen mask, fingers surprisingly gentle. “He has a name,” she added. “Marko.” “Marko,” I repeated. His eyelids fluttered just once, as if the sound registered somewhere a few layers down. Niko appeared from the far end of the loft, barefoot, laptop tucked under his arm. “You got him,” he said, relief flickering across his face before he shuttered it. “Barely,” Dante said. “Hospital security didn’t like us unhooking their very expensive guinea pig.”

"I remember now! He was one of the men who came to see Doctor Stanton!" "Really?" "Yeah." I reasoned what she said with furrowed brows. "I hope you are not planning to run away from me." Philip barged in again. I jerked at the sudden noise. "You should stop doing that," I snarled. "Uhh... I should get going now," Marla said. "Pardon my manners. I'm Philip Forbes, her husband," he said, stretching out his hand for a handshake which she accepted. "Marla Jones." With a smile and nod, she excused herself, leaving me alone with him, again.