Marlon Brando Novels & Stories

She’s thrown me off my game completely. “Who is she?” Alessandro asks. Wouldn’t I like to know that too? “Let’s talk about Marcello. What if he doesn’t come for us first?” I say. “Why wouldn’t he? You’ve been a thorn in his side for quite a while,” Brando says. “He’s doing all what he’s doing to kill you because he knows you’re going to kill him if he doesn’t get to you first.”

Lorenzo glanced back at the man's crippling figure before replying. "I Got nothing from him. He's keeping quiet my bet there's a reason behind his silence" Lorenzo told me. I sent him a swift nod of my head in response. "I better go,Diego is on his way down. I'll check on Marìa before I leave. Keep me updated" he announced patting my shoulder. "Am out too brother, Unless you want some brotherly bonding? We could cut his tongue out together!" Marcel smirked, handing me his knife.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

Mariano's expression darkened visibly, and he made me sit down on the chair I was previously tied to before sauntering over to Landon. "Motherfucker." He swore, landing a punch on Landon's eye. "Untie him." Mariano instructed Emilio, "I won't fight a man who can't protect himself." Landon was quickly untied, but he obviously didn't stand a chance against my man. Mariano beat him to a pulp, punching him hard across his face, kicking his gut, till he was bleeding profusely. "I love her." Landon choked through the assaults. "You will never love her like I do."