One Piece Marco The Phoenix Novels & Stories

"Send Felix, he can be trusted. Don't bring Peter, I don't trust him to keep his mouth shut." Marco sputters, "But surely someone will come looking for them? What will we do then?" "We'll tell them they didn't find us," is all Enzo says. Marco looks at me all covered in blood, shakes his head, and goes away. I look at Enzo and find that he's already looking at me. There's blood dripping down a cut on his forehead. He retrieves a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and a silver lighter.

You helped me and gave me a place to live I don't plan on going against you ' Marco stood still before his lips twirled up in to a smirk, she looked up at him and her eyes widened immediately. What the hell was going on in his mind. "Work for me " He replied and now she fainted

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.

A​ c‌ruel, shark-li‌ke grin. "You‍ ar‍e right, Lorenzo," Marco​ whispered, low enough‍ that only I​ co​uld hear. "I shouldn't dr​ink o‌n⁠ an empty st‍omach." He slappe​d the g‍lass from my hand. It shattered nex‌t to the fir​st one. "Ki‌ll the‌m​," Marco sa​id.​ ​He di‌dn⁠'t⁠ sho‍ut it. He said it casually.

“Kill me now.” Marco chuckled, lying down beside her. “Sorry, princess. Not your type.” Aurora rolled onto her side, facing him, her smile bittersweet now. “Then why do you still hang out with me? Everyone thinks you’re into me.” Marco’s smile softened. “Because you’re the only person here who sees me as more than just a D’Angelo.” Aurora swallowed, her throat tightening. “And because,” Marco added playfully, nudging her with his shoulder, “I’ve got your back, Aurora Blackwood. No matter how messy things get.”

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.

Caterina tried to explain. The sound of explosions could be heard exchanged up ahead. It seemed that the battle between La Vendetta and the Phoenix Crew was very brutal. “Stop talking. Since Marco is gone, I have the opportunity to finish you off. I'll cut your body into pieces, then feed it to my dogs. You will disappear, and Marco will think you have escaped. No one will ever find out about your death. Be thankful that you died in the hands of a beautiful girl like me.” Rossie took out a knife from under her shirt.

Marco shrieked in anguish, a sob leaving his throat. Xavier scoffed, ambling close once again, ignoring the way Marco's body wriggled like a leaf as he tilted his head to the side, revealing a mate mark on his neck. Xavier smirked, his calm facade not decamping. "I didn't realize you found your mate, Marco. Looks like a fresh mark, should we invite him, I'm sure he would be ecstatic to see you?" "No, no, no!" Marco shook his head repeatedly. "He knows nothing about this, don't bring him into this!"

“He’s losing a lot of blood, but if we can get him to a doctor, he might make it.” I knelt beside the man who had been a ghost from Isabella’s past, the man who had just betrayed his new masters. His face was pale with pain and shock. I grabbed the front of his shirt, my face close to his. “Who is the Queen?” I demanded, my voice a low, dangerous growl. “Tell me who you are working for.” Marco looked at me, but his eyes were unfocused, as if he were looking at something far away, in a distant past. He coughed, a spray of blood on his lips. He let out a small, rattling laugh.