Marked By The Mob Novels & Stories

and none of them were pretty. My eye caught something right in the middle of his back. I had to open the second to see what it was clearly. What the hell?! I couldn't believe this. He had branded himself! Right in the middle of his back was the mafia Insignia. The letter M in Gothic style was burned into his flesh, marring the upper part of his rather beautiful back. Why was he showing this to me freely? It would be easy to put two and two together and suspect he was in the mafia.

He maintained a poker face as he asked the strange question. Lilith didn't know what he had talked about, what concerns marking with intimacy? Isaac understood the reason for her questioning look, she was oblivious about stuff like that. But he couldn't blame her, James refused to expose her to the world, thereby making her oblivious about a lot of things. " To mark someone is extremely painful except if both parties are to be intimate. So tell me, do you want to experience the pain or not?" Isaac said again. He was getting annoyed by her question.

The gas station is deserted when we arrive, and we get out of the truck. “I guess the people listened to my warning,” Mason mentions. “Stay back, I’m going to ram the door.” Mason gets into his truck and drives straight into the front door, shattering the glass. I rush forward, trying to bend the burglar bars. “You’re wasting your time,” Mason chuckles. “This is a rogue town, remember? Everything’s wolf-proof.” “I can squeeze through here,” Mindy sighs, bending and twisting her body past the damaged burglar bars. “Tell me what you need.”

My purse which I am holding carelessly falls off and I don't notice or hear my phone ringing. I stagger backwards as the bike approaches me but then I realise it isn't only one but others surround me too. They all stop and I'm caught in their middle. I don't recognise any of the bikers but they really seemed creepy. They all get off their bikes and move closer to me, a smirk tugging at their lips. "Finally, we found a lone wolf to satisfy our urge tonight." The tall one says and I'm left speechless. My brows widen in fear as I inhale their scent. They're not wolves but rouges!

It seems like Drex was holding back. "What is it?" I asked curiously. "Well while checking the dead body we found something." I narrowed my eyes on him. "What did you find?" He turned to look back at the dead body and met my gaze. "T.D were marked on her cheek." I frowned, scoffing in annoyance. The dark tide was back.

Ace liked people who were straightforward and he was one of them. He knew that Sophia was afraid that Maybe he would reject her because she got marked by the rogue Lycan. Who was he to judge when he marked a werewolf? It didn't make any difference between the two of them. Ace saw her eyes tear up as she bowed her head, trying to hide her face from him. She was probably ashamed of her mate because rogue Lycan were considered as a curse to any kingdom. Her hands on the helm tightened until her knuckles turned white. Before Ace could say anything, sobs filled the flower garden.

Her lips fumbled through the sacred words in a squeaking voice like a frightened mouse's. "Hurry up!" Rafael urgently hissed. But her grip faltered, and the golden pitcher tilted a little too far before a flood of gold-flecked oil cascaded into the brazier with a swoosh. A pillar of fire erupted into the skies, and waves of scorching heat roared across the crowd. Natalia shrieked, dropped the pitcher, and crouched down. She was violently shaking as she hugged her head in fear. The square fell deadly silent, except for the wild roar of flames in the brazier. The Holy Flames, meant to symbolize the family's unbreakable prosperity, had become a grotesque spectacle.

Our blood locked quickly. I had been marked.

"A performance. Theatrics." Helena stood to the side, arms folded, watching him unravel. "They're branding her a legend," she said. "And you are a tyrant." He whirled on her. "Then let them see what a tyrant truly looks like." A messenger burst in. "My Lord! The Umbra Mark appeared again. Market Square. Public fountain. Dozens saw it." Vito turned to Helena. "Burn it. Burn every mark. Every whisper. Every alley. I want silence."

she calmed down and gave a smile. Mark is respected a lot by the people around here. It was said that he hailed from a powerful mafia family that ruled this area for almost a century. Mark single-handedly ended his family's reign in this area himself to help the people. But some guys he let off started new gangs and two of the gangs are still terrorizing the people. He is a true hero! He is a free spirit and does what he pleases. It is said that he didn't want to tattoo his family's crest on him as any heir should. But his father insisted he get his tattoo and that's why his war on his own family started.