Marked By The Mob Novels & Stories

I snapped my head to Marcus who was now pacing slowly, his jaw locked shut, his hands shoved into his pockets. “What?” I breathed. Marcus stopped pacing all together and slowly he turned toward me. The frustration and confusion was still there, anxiety too but something darker had managed to slip under it… recognition, fear, anger all held back by restraint. “You heard me,” he said quietly. “I asked how you ended up tangled with the mob.” My pulse stumbled. “That’s ridiculous,” I said automatically, but the words came out weak and defensive. Marcus let out a humorless laugh, dragging a hand down his face. “That symbol you described? Cross and star?” He shook his head slowly. “That’s not some

I move closer, drawn by something I don't understand, my fear momentarily eclipsed by fascination. The carvings are beautiful and terrible. Wolves with their heads thrown back in silent howls. Crescent moons in various phases, waxing and waning across the stone surface. Symbols I don't recognize but that make something deep in my chest tighten with recognition. How can I recognize something I've never seen before?

From the burn marks on her skin, she was still alive when they marked her. “Is there any evidence that could put the mafia in this case?” I asked, gazing at Gutierrez right across from me. A con artist could mimic the Spanish mafia’s mark just to stir chaos in this town. Emiliano Alonso used the same MO back in his time, only he had A marked in the middle of that handprint. Sol is the name Andrya gave us. It makes me sick, the thought of someone reviving the nightmare the mafia brought to this town.

How could they ever see these people as evil? She sighs because she knows the wolf is right. Lately, they have encountered so many rogues, but they are different. Rogues usually have a mark that they have been banished from their pack or has a scent of one if they have willingly abandoned their pack, but their Pack mark fades after a certain time. The rogues that they have been fighting with lately are different. The rogue takes off the scarf that covers her pale face and commands the rest of the troupe. “Let's head East.” and off they move.

You would think my father, the Gamma of the pack, would defend me. Instead, he blamed me for embarrassing the family. While they celebrated Seraphina’s mating with Liam, I slipped upstairs unnoticed. No one seemed to realise I’d been gone all night. I was exhausted. Dirty. I needed a shower. As I undressed, my breath caught. There was a bite mark on my neck. A mating mark. How could he mark me? If anyone saw it, I would be ruined. Being marked by a rogue without the Alpha’s approval was considered treason.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

Before I knew what was happening, there was a sickening noise of crunching bone, followed by the splatter of blood—and the feel and smell of warm blood all over my face. I heard shouting, and screaming, and then shots fired, all in the fraction of a second. It wasn’t until I instinctively dropped to my knees and hit the ground, spun around and looked up, that I realized what was happening. The cop who had cuffed me was dead, decapitated, his head severed in half. The other cops were firing wildly, but they were outmatched. A mob of vampires – the same ones from City Hall – had descended. They were tearing the cops to pieces.

AJ… The fucker branded her. It was red and raw and looked like it was going to become infected but the AJ was so prominent… It was a scar she was to wear for the rest of her life. He made it so the world now understood that she was his… Sick fucker that he was… She would forever remember AJ now… Not that he was easy to forget. Lillianna did not see AJ again until later that night. The men had left and it was only the ladies. “So you are like a cow… They mark cows right?” Sally was being a complete bitch to her. Marla and Britney laughed. Lillianna for the life of her could not understand how anybody could be so cruel.