Marked By The Mob Novels & Stories

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

“When blood and moon entwine in flame, a child of dusk shall bear the name. Marked by fire, bound by light, She’ll rise to end or heal the night. Hearts will burn, and shadows reign, The world remade through love and pain. The flame will choose — the goddess’s twin, To cleanse the sin… or fall within.” The words made her skin crawl. She looked up at Eldritch. “It speaks of Nova.” He nodded slowly. “The Marked by Moonfire. I saw it the moment she crossed your gates. The light around her — it’s not of this world.”

He exhaled harshly after realizing that he was unharmed. “God.” Marco muttered in a trembling voice. “Hahaha, you loser! This is the first time I've seen you trembling with fear. You really don't deserve to be a mobster with tissue-thin courage.” The tattooed man mocked Marco. He didn't expect Marco to be that cowardly.

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 stared at the bare skin beneath his collar. Theo noticed my expression, and he asked irritated.“What?” I didn't answer. My eyes stayed fixed on his chest. “Your mark.” His brows drew together. “What about it?” I stepped closer. “It was there before but now it is gone.” Theo looked down at it confused as he realized what I was talking about.

We barely got visitors in the house. “I’ll go get the door.” Dad said, practically jumping out of his seat before I could even think of moving a muscle. “Welcome Elders. Come in.” I heard him say from the door. Elders? I casually turned my neck to see, my blood freezing when my eyes landed on a mark I knew all too well. The steak suddenly soured in my mouth, and my stomach churned with acid. I tightened my jaw, trying to control the puke that threatened to escape.

“Smart girl. But you still came running. Because deep down you know he is the only one strong enough to keep you alive when the real wolves come.” Milrac pulled me back against him, chest to my back, one hand splayed low on my stomach. The heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric. “Enough talk. The mark happens now. On my terms.” The rogue leader raised a hand. “Public. Teeth in flesh. We film it live. Or the old woman gets the needle.” Milrac turned me in his arms until we faced each other. The bridge lights cast shadows across his face, sharpening the scar through his eyebrow. His stormy eyes had gone full gold.

I don't know what I expected to find when I got to that party. Something more hidden, I suppose, but not in my stupidest dreams did I expect a giant hotel with a red carpet to be the hangout for the bad guys in the mob. It was not logical. They were in the crosshairs of the police. If something was clear to him, it was that they liked to live on the edge, letting themselves be seen but being untouchable by nothing or anyone. It was part of the adrenaline of work, the one that seemed to like so much to all the men of that world.

Mark felt a surge of hope as he turned to look at his mother, his eyes pleading with her to make the right choice. "Why are you bringing my mother into this?" Mark managed to choke out, his voice cracking with fear and desperation. He struggled against his bonds, feeling the blood rushing to his head as he watched his mother tremble in fear. Dmitry's men held her firmly, their cold grips leaving bruises on her arms. The Russian mob boss walked slowly around her, his eyes boring into Mark's terrified expression.

My heart was beating faster with every breath I was inhaling. Then, he turned around and walked away. I exhaled a breath, I didn't realise I was holding. But the moment he disappeared into the forest, the mark started burning, it was not the usual itching, it felt like someone was burning my skin from the inside. I held it with my other hand and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes when the pain was gone, but stared at my mark in horror. My mark was bright red.