Marked By The Mob Novels & Stories

Would’ve I was dead? I quickly got up from my bed, turning on the lights. I ran over to my mirror and looked at myself in horror. There was a huge bite mark on my right shoulder. It was still slightly red, but it couldn’t have healed this quickly. I ran my hands over the new sore, grimacing when I felt pain. It wasn’t a dream?

Cars with their hoods dented, broken glass scattered and glowing in the afternoon sun like embers of fire. “Where are you?” I yell into the phone. “I have the money. Let’s make a deal,” “Yes, I see the news. You’ve made quite a mess,” Mark says like he’s somewhat impressed. I look at Andrew expecting him to be fully focused on me, but he’s staring straight ahead. He’s squinting and I follow his gaze. There’s movement. At first I can’t make out what he’s seeing, but a second later I do. It’s the mob. And they’re coming at us fast.

I needed a hat trick. "Don't fail," Mark said with warning as he turned toward his office, his hand shaking slightly as he went. I felt a moment of pity for him but it passed quickly when I remembered what an ass he could be. I could convince myself that he deserved it. Sorta. Why Mark cared so much, I would never know, but I could tell he was worried about it. I knew the head of the mob didn't visit the lowly lawyers on their payroll unless they wanted to make a point and I had gotten the point loud and clear. Do not fail. I wasn’t planning on it to begin with, but if he felt the need to threaten me in person, well, I should take a small modicum of pleasure in the fact that I was important

“See that guy? The one in the black hoodie? Look at his arm.” The officer squinted at the screen. “What about it?” “Check out the tattoo. It looks familiar.” I felt a chill run down my spine as I recalled a conversation I had overheard. The officer leaned closer, then nodded slowly. “I know that symbol. It’s the mark of Les Ombres Écarlates. They’re a dangerous mob group operating in the area.” My heart dropped. “Les Ombres Écarlates?” I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady. “That’s connected to Isabelle. Fuck, she’s still pulling strings, even from behind bars.”

Paul and I take only a few steps before Mark stops us and sends one of his companions to get a car. I am embarrassed at how pathetically grateful I am not to having to walk. It's only a short trip, no more than a couple of minutes. Goldhawk territory looks no different to the streets we have been driving through. That has to be intentional. It's sensible to blend in. Mark points out the pack tags spray-painted onto walls along with other random graffiti, marking the territory boundaries, which is helpful.

Jake has touched the lion's tail! "Sir!!!!!" Richarlison rushed into the bedroom Mark was panting, "The black axe mafias'are on their way here.... They'd kill you on sight! Your only immunity against them is the silver ring or you at the military base!" "I know!" Mark responded... "We have to go..." With that said, they left hurriedly and when the black axe mafia arrived, they found nobody but their Intel told them they were going to be here, except there is a mole amidst them who would have informed him we were coming...

Alone. Marked.

Marcia continued to rant, her eyes darting as she spoke. “I’VE HEARD RUMOURS OF WOLVES WITH… UNSANCTIFIED ABILITIES LIKE THIS—MIND BENDERS! HECTOR, THIS IS AN ABOMINATION!” Alex’s expression remained blank. Unbothered. Marcia screeched: “GAIUS, DO SOMETHING! DO SOMETHING! GUARDS!” She then began to speak to Kane. “IS IT MONEY YOU WANT? BECAUSE I HAVE—” “Hush now,” Kane interrupted her.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

I hesitated, before asking, “Detective, if it’s not too much to ask... are you sure Rowan is innocent? It’s only been a month. More evidence could come up and—” “I understand your frustration, Miss Lila. Really, I do. If it were up to me, I’d still be digging,” he said, his voice low and honest. “But the order to close the case came from above. Way above.” “Oh.” “Yeah.” “But what about the strange mark on his car?” I pressed. “the scratches that ran along the door it damaged the car paint. Did you ever find out anything about it?” He shook his head. “No. We didn’t.”