Marked By The Mob Novels & Stories

Her broken stance, and shy-self reflected on my personality, and despite trying to hide it; people, often wolves, saw through me easily. Vivian was quiet for a few seconds longer, studying my expression, taunting me with a fact that she scented. It was one that I was cursed with the second I was born. A wolf who was rogued would be known on sight as they turned vicious and heartless, a rogue born, would have the scent of treason, something which an Alpha curses them with until they’ve been accepted. My mark was on my lower back, where he dug his canine on the night I was born, removing me from my mother’s arms, and yet careful not to injure or kill me as he threw me outside the pack. He gave

“We’re not alone.” I sent a quick mindlink to Marcus, calling him and his group to my position. My heart was pounding, the black blood on the ground still fresh in my mind, its foul stench clinging to my nose. Minutes later, Marcus jogged up, his tall frame cutting through the dusk, his group trailing close behind. I pointed to the blood, my voice low.

But the moment he saw the hallway, he froze in his tracks. Over a dozen heavily armed mobsters were staring dead at him. Over a dozen dark gun barrels aimed right at his chest. Mark shivered in terror. The fat on his face jiggled as cold sweat broke out. But then he spotted Romano, who had just stood up from the shattered glass. Because Romano had been kneeling with his back to the elevator, Mark entirely missed the pathetic display of him on his knees. The panic vanished. In its place came the most sickening ass-kissing I’d ever seen. He must've thought Brenda called in his cavalry.

I got out of the car, about to tell him how important it was for me to leave when my eyes glanced past him. My heart sank. A mob stood just outside the gate, holding onto signboards that said: Gold digger, Prostitute, Cheater, and other vile things. I walked towards the gate, wanting to see exactly what was going on. "You shouldn't..." Mark said, but I didn't listen, I couldn't. My legs were already moving on their own. The other security men didn't stop me. They knew they couldn't lay a finger on their boss's wife. The mob had pictures of me with the "X" sign drawn on them. And the closer I went, the closer I heard what they were yelling.

Cocking her brow Sophia turned and felt a slight pinch. "Tada, this was embedded in your spine," Atlas mumbled sourly, holding up what looked like an acupuncture needle. "That was in me!" Sophia gasped. She watched Atlas crush the object into dust. "You are safe for now, miss transporter," Atlas teased. Rolling her eyes skyward, Sophia told him she didn't feel anyone insert it. "Why is a needle called a demon mark?" She asked curiously. "It is a demon mark for death and you were tagged like an animal to be taken to slaughter. Not all marks are made by the teeth," he mumbled with a shudder.