Marked By The Mob Novels & Stories

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.

Tyler took the passenger seat and they drove away from the warehouse. Isabella was beating the glass of the car asking for help from the people out on the street. But everyone lowered their head watching the most feared Mafia's car. Nicholas's mafia had his own symbol which was a snake. And every belonging related to his mafia had that specific symbol engraved on them. Showing the authority of his mafia.

Something tells me they are not fully aware of what we are fighting against. "I will make things simple, very simple. Any vampire who makes a move against a wolf or any creature of any race in our territory will be hunted and killed. Trust me when I tell you we know what to do and how to do it to make your death long and painful." Caleb stated and this made them all tense, earning more than one disdain look from them. "The same way I make this warning clear to all wolves; anyone who makes a move against one of our guests, any race they might be, will deal with deadly consequences. I am proud of my pack, if one disappoints me he or she will earn the mark from the pack." This time I shivered,

The fear that coursed through her veins was palpable, threatening to overwhelm her. "Well, I can assume that you might be someone special to Mara," Mark, the shady man, drawled, his voice dripping with malice. "You're probably not like him, or I would have known. My name is Mark, and what do they call you?" His words were laced with a calculating curiosity, his gaze piercing through Lucia like a cold blade.

Mate marks, exactly the same as hers. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight and her mouth moved before her brain could catch up "You're all marked" It was the first thing she had said to these women, Lena felt a wave of embarrassment. Lorna's hand lifted to her throat instinctively, she stroked her scar softly. "Yes" she said in a whisper.

I finally said. Gerardo sat up straight, "What was in that letter?" I know he is referring to the letter my mother left and I didn't hesitate to answer. "She wants me to find Gi." He tilts his head confused and urges for me to continue. I take a deep breath, "I think I know where I can find him. Gi has a crescent moon like birthmark on his neck and it's surrounded by little dots. I have seen this before on someone who used to go to my school years ago."

Mark sighed, closing his eyes as if trying to remember. "They brought me to a desolate area and pointed a gun at me when their phone rang," he continued. "The man answered the phone, and the frown on his face indicated that he received unfavorable news. He ended the call, turned to his accomplice, and said..." Mark looked up at Nicholas, who was standing, and proceeded with his next words, "They could kill her, but they fucking couldn't kill her. You know what's worse? Romano shot a mafia lord instead, and now they're being chased by his men."

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.