Mark Manio Novels & Stories

Tells her mother and the police that it was Stacy who invited the man named Mark to the house. According to the identification tag found by the police in his trouser pocket, the young man's name was Marco Stefanus. He is more often called by the name Mark. He is a restaurant keeper who works freelance as well as a final year student who should have been three years ago. He did not continue his studies and prefers to live life on the streets until he ends up being a restaurant keeper.

These two had access to information one could dream of, information that if it fell into the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic for a lot of people. Marco Santoro, otherwise known as the ghost. Marco is a silent type you see, an elusive figure that isn’t seen, but always leaves a mark. A mark that’ll most often leave you with a gaping hole in your head. He oversees the syndicate’s covert missions, including, but not limited to kidnapping and assassinations. His eyes are always hidden behind dark sunglasses, making it impossible to read him.

Alfredo Fabri POV “What do you mean missing?” “This is simply an Impious fad, preposterous!” “Marco, what's your take on this?” Marino raked like a loose dog who hadn't been given a bone to chew on. Marino Salvatore was Caporegime, one of the most revered Men of the Family. People often said he had an Aura to his personality, but I agree to disagree. Marino was simply a coward who cowered under the glory of his extravagantly sashayed wealth. Wearing heavy gold and jewelry surfaced above furry coats and clothings, attracting unwanted attention to no one but himself.

No guards inside. Only Mark. Don Romano. Three council representatives. Mia waited outside. She wasn't invited. For almost an hour she sat in the hallway. Watching the closed door. Listening to muffled voices. Then— The door opened. The representatives walked out. None of them looked happy. One older man stopped beside Mark. "Think carefully." Mark's expression never changed. "I already have." The man nodded sadly. "Then you've chosen." He walked away. Don Romano followed.

he kept his gun, a beautiful M677 black mouser. Marko, terrified of the death glare of that man, "Capo! I will find a way to put this blame on anyone to save me. Please g..g..give me two days." Marko stammered, calling his my the title he craved so much. He knew the man in front of him was a lunatic. He could do anything," Go find your death scapegoat. You know I am not patient and I hate to explain myself. " " Cazzo stronzo!I don't want any evidence behind or I can arrange your tombstone" he laughed with a glint of insanity.

Mark's POV I cannot stop thinking about Donna Olivia Marino. She is stunning, and I cannot believe Enzo was so stupid to let her go. However, I am not interested. I am terrified of women. I have seen what they can do to a man and fear ending up like my friends. I have done my research on Donna Marino. She seems to have a lot of respect in the Mafia world. She is only twenty-one and has already achieved so much in life. Enzo is turning twenty-nine. Eva is now twenty and still studying. I do not know why Enzo preferred his women so young. Perhaps it is so that he can control them. I am twenty-six, and I am not even ready to get married. Enzo only uses women, and I know he only uses my sister.

He had a business to attend to on Demero's island, as soon as he clear up the still multiple works on his desk, he would prepare for that. Crystal turned up the television in order to keep herself entertained, it was on Demero's tv channel, which was Mark's favorite channel, maybe because they were living in Demero's, she found out that she loves entertainment channels. They were showing a commercial on the Demero's channel and she decided to watch it a bit before changing it to her favorite channel. She was just about to change it when a face popped up on the screen, he was said to be a business tycoon by the name of Rafael Manuel who had recently lost his wife and is still mourning her, th

’ She mumbled to herself at her own misery. Before he had been bedridden from the deadly car crash, Markos was a powerful figure in the US. He was rumored to be a ruthless and tyrannical businessman who took Moreno corp to the heights. He had a legal business as well as deals with the underworld. Anyone who crossed him was bound to pay a hefty price or lose their lives. Valeria never thought that she would marry a man like Markos. It was the moment when the bedroom door opened while she was lost in thought.

Mark took out his phone and opened a picture then held it in front of his man. "Are you talking about him?" Mark asked his man. "Yes sir," His right hand said and Mark slapped his right hand. "Useless bastard. I thought you were best but you are zero. You do not know he is not a businessman, but the Mafia king" Mark shouted at him. Hearing this his right hand got shocked. Just then a man entered the room.

You didn't want to make the Marnellis your enemy, that was for sure. My phone rang again. Sara. She didn't want to talk to me when I was right in front of her, so she could wait. I let it go to voicemail. "And meet Joe, also of the Marnellis," Marino said, indicating a man of about thirty-five. Joe was a famous guy in our world, known as the enforcer. Rumor had it that he had killed three men with his bare hands one night. Something about counting cards in a Marnelli-owned casino. I had no idea if it was true, and I had no desire to find out.