Marked By The Mob Novels & Stories

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.

They hit the autostrada north, a phantom convoy slicing through the darkness. "No police scanners. No external comms," Jay ordered, his voice flat. "This is a black site. It never existed." They found the lakeside villa breached, a silent, gaping wound in the tranquil night. The security detail—four of Marco's best—were down in the entry hall, not shot, but taken out with brutal, efficient close-quarters work. Professional. Not a robbery. An extraction.

"I swear, Alessia, I never meant for him to get involved. I just... I mentioned his name once, in passing. But these guys, they latch onto any information they can use." Alessia felt as though the floor had dropped out from under her. All this time, she'd thought she was protecting Marco by working for Nikolai. But if he was already on the Bratva's radar... "Does Marco know?" she asked, dreading the answer. "No," Tony said quickly. "At least, I don't think so. I kept him out of it. I figured he was in enough trouble already. Then he was picked up and was sent inside so it didn't matter. I thought it was over, but they came back. Demanded another name. That's why..." He gestured to his batter

But there. Two puncture marks. Small. Precise. Deliberate. A bite mark. He'd MARKED her. The fucking wolf had MARKED her. The glass in my hand shattered. Whiskey and blood mixing. Dripping. I didn't feel it. Didn't care. Rage consumed everything. Blocked everything. Made everything red. Made everything— He'd dared. He'd DARED to put his mark on what was mine. To claim her. To— To create a foothold in my corruption.

And when Amanda had refused to fully submit, he had wiped the slate clean. But I had to be sure. As Moe and Carlos walked slowly towards the SUV, their postures defeated, I hesitated. A memory, sharp and sudden, pricked at my mind. The raiders who had attacked our group months ago, before we found this apartment complex. They had worn a symbol, a crude brand on their jackets. A symbol Eli’s men didn’t wear openly, but one I thought I’d glimpsed once, tattooed on the wrist of one of his more brutish enforcers.

Mark announced and Ferrell stood up "All mob leaders and underbosses knew the work pattern of Phoenixxx. The group which is recognised for its work and wealth. We are dealing with the traitors in the group. The black sheep!We all know the rules and regulations of the group. Still, someone had the audacity to challenge CAPO. "the murmur sound reverberated which made Falcone snap his finger at Mark. “Not to worry as we have already caught the sheep and Capo is here to witness the punishment of the mole in our group. Because Deceive and Lie would not be forgiven and forgotten.”Mark Completed.