Novel & Cerita One Piece Marco Phoenix

She rushed to him, hands searching his body for wounds. “Not mine,” he muttered, pushing past her, straight to the bar. He poured whiskey like it was water and downed it in one swallow. Her stomach sank. “Then whose?” He looked at her, eyes bloodshot, jaw locked. “Marco.” Her heart stuttered. She knew the name. She’d seen Marco at Eden countless nights, quick with a grin, loyal to Jaxon to the bone. “He’s still breathing,” Jaxon said, almost like he was convincing himself. “But Zane…” His voice cracked, then hardened like steel. “Zane doesn’t just take lives. He takes loyalty. Piece by piece.”

“You are the ransom. The papers mean nothing if you are dead. But your life, and the life of one of those twins, is my guarantee.” Just as he raised his pistol to gesture me forward, a bloodied shape stumbled out of the still-dissipating smoke of the corridor. It was Marco. He was gravely wounded, a deep gash on his shoulder bleeding freely, his uniform ripped, but his eyes were fixed on Damon with an expression of pure, incandescent hatred. He must have broken free from the melee, drawn by Damon’s distinct voice. “Coward!” Marco spat, his voice a raw, choking mess. He was weaponless, having lost his knife in the earlier struggle. He was staggering, falling, but he launched his body in a fin

And heal her before this world chewed her up. Marco had been around more since he came back from Ricardo's chaos. Basque was his second skin, always watching the place, handling the business I left him. Marco wasn’t just an ally; he was blood in a way no family had ever been. Years ago, he was just another kid in the streets until I pulled him out of a fight that would’ve gotten him killed. Since then, he’s stayed by my side. Loyal. Solid. The kind of brother you pick for yourself.

I punched his arm and he stumbled. “What was that for, Capt?” Marco complained, massaging his arm. Marco is really just playful even during battles, he’s usually the reason why we end up blowing our covers and ruining the first part of the plan- to be discreet. That’s why we end up having more collateral damage than expected because of the aggressive attacks we have to make. Since we’re not hidden anymore, might as well just dash in and make ourselves welcome to the enemy.

"Marcus is in the nursery. If they get past me... you know what to do." He lunged into the hallway, his movements a blur of desperate, self-destructive speed. Phoenix stood up, drawing her silver-alloy blades. Her heart was hammering a rhythm of war, the tinnitus in her ears now a deafening roar. "I'm not staying anywhere, Blackwood," she whispered to the shadows. She looked at her hand—the one that had almost reached for him. It was steady now. Cold. Ready to kill. "If they want the White Wolf," Phoenix hissed, her hazel eyes reflecting the first flickers of blue fire from the courtyard, "I'll show them the mother who raised him."

"Let him bring the heavy metal. Dominic needs a reminder of what this family is made of. When the smoke clears, my brother will be a memory in his study. Victor will be spent. And I’ll be the one to clean up the mess." "Victor’s a shark, Marco. Sharks don't stop at the study." "He wants the port. I want the throne. We have an understanding." Marco drained the glass, the ice clicking against his teeth. "Get the routes to Berg Copperfield. Tell him the door is unlatched." Gary nodded and vanished into the hall. The lock clicked with the finality of a hammer on a nail. Marco stood alone. He picked up the cue ball—solid, cold, indifferent. He dropped it into the leather pocket. A dull, hollow th

Felix asks ignoring my pout. "Just paperwork" Marco replies. "Can you put this fussy baby down for a nap?" He asks this time I growl at him, he did not just him to do that. "Sure can" Marco says getting out of his chair, he's a giant, how does the company found his is above me, he's taller than Felix and scarier. He took my hand and nodded to Felix, now that I'm in another person hands Felix left me, the traitor, I'm spitting in his coffee next time I get him any.