Ronaldo And Marcelo Novels & Stories

Because almost every fucking thing had gone sideways. "Rafael," Marcel repeated, clearing his throat once. Lucian said nothing. He turned the glass once between his fingers. The last time they saw each other, Rafael was the topic. They were supposed to be back at this table celebrating his death, but instead they had all been caught up in his mess. "My northern route has been dead for six weeks." Marcel's voice cut through the silence. His voice was calm, but yet something moved underneath it, like his anger was a ticking time bomb.

Marcel had planned this from the start. “Rinaldi is a simple man that shouldn’t be provoked.” He went on. “Give him back the girl, and we can all avoid a very unnecessary war.” The smirk full on spread before I could hold back. They were about fifteen men in total, armed with rifles and aiming at both me and Cassian. In summary, we were surrounded. “Cassian,” He hadn’t moved his rifle from Marcel for even a second. “Don.” “The next time Marcel speaks, kill him.”

I'll wait for you to return," Esmeralda said to her husband because she couldn't stop him, especially since Carlos had given him the order. Ronaldo simply smiled at her and left the room. "Ronaldo! Do you have any idea where we're going? " Raul asked, a smirk on his face. One of Carlos's men. "Where?" he asked. He thought they were going to do a transaction, but they had no idea the calvary of his life was about to begin. The 26th of August, 2002 5:30 p.m. He was still confused as they walked down the road as to why his companions seemed so pleased with their work.

Mr Valentino whom they were here to meet sat on a sofa with a glass of expensive wine in his hands, he got up his seat when he sighted them, welcoming them with an handshake. He was in his fourties with brown hairs slicked to the back. He had a grey suit on. One man who'd looked like his excort stood behind him clad in black from head to toe. "Benvenuti, signori. Andiamo al sodo." Marcellus spoke when they all sat down. "Signor Marcel, non ci vediamo da molto tempo. Sono arrivato dopo aver ricevuto la tua proposta dalla signorina Shannon." He replied politely.

Just when I thought he might ignore me entirely, Marcelo turned, flashing that infuriatingly cocky smile that never seemed to die. Typical Marcelo Marino. “It is alright, Zio,” he said with a smirk. His gaze flicked to Jayce for a brief second before coming back to me. “I hope he is okay now.” “He is,” I said with a sigh, running my fingers through my hair. “Shit. I need to know what drug he was shot with. It did not seem like anything you can find on the market.” “It is R3D,” Marcelo replied.

They’re like ghosts, especially Alessio and Pablo. Speaking of Pablo, in the midst of our banter with Marcelo, he’s successfully made it to his corner without anyone’s notice, and is now snapping the neck of the second soldiers. I wonder how he does that even in his beastly height and body. By the time Marcelo is able to note Pablo’s presence behind him, Pablo’s fist has already collided with his temple, knocking him flat out. Dean and Maxwell take their time having fun with the remaining soldiers while we drag Marcelo down to his basement.

came a clear voice on the line. With the phone pulled away from James's ear, I could hear clearly. It was Ronaldo. "Ronaldo," James barked into the phone. "What have you done?" "What needed doing. Too bad you're home now. I was going to send some guys to La Loggia, but I didn't want to split my resources. I'll get to you soon enough," Ronaldo said. "Ronaldo, what did you DO?!" James demanded again. Ronaldo snorted. "The old king is dead. Long live the new king."

I ask. Marcelo shrugs. “I threw Roberto out. He came back the next day with flowers and excuses. Said it was a mistake, that he’d been drunk, that his ex had seduced him.” His laugh is brittle. “All the classics, you know?” “And you didn’t take him back.” “Of course not. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a doormat.” I feel a strange surge of pride at that. “But you’re still carrying it,” I observe. “The hurt.”

His left eye supposed to be there but Vincenzo is the reason he has only one eye "You will pay for this brother", Marcelo swore

Sin said, his voice laced with resentment. "That isn't the problem here. Aurelio turned out to be a devil." "Are you also blind to see that I am not the same Ronan," Ronan said, and that's when Godfather Marcelo shifted his gaze to his body. Dangerous-looking snake tattoos covered his body, and his ears were pierced with golden studs. Marcelo had trained him, but he wasn't the same anymore. "What did you do? "Marcelo asked. "Just some training and transformation. I need to take back what was mine and if it means fighting Aurelio for it, then I am ready to do it," Ronan said menacingly.