Ronaldo And Marcelo Novels & Stories

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.

One fist shot out and managed to graze his jaw until the mask came off. However, Marcel didn’t care. He continued to do his best to fight without fear or favor. After the men were lying nearby, Marcel rushed to find Venya because he didn’t want her to become a victim in the unpredictable riot. In the midst of all the chaos, one figure appeared to distract Marcel, who noticed it too late. “Where are you going, Sir?” said Ronnie, pretending. Marcel immediately made a move while raising both hands, ready to face Ronnie, who stood in front of him. In the next moment, the two of them began to fight each other.

He was looking after Marco and that’s what matters the most. Now that Matteo is here with his mate, I can do what I need to do and put some sense into him. He should not believe everything Marco had told him. After two days, Caleb went back to me and reported that Ronaldo had been captured and was in the cell. We don’t have a dungeon in my mansion, but I put up a cell where we can put our captives or enemies who were in my way. “How are you, Ronaldo?” “Y– y- you!” he said, shocked. Who wouldn’t? No one thought that I would be back like this.

As Jason led Julia in, she could not help but find herself being mesmerised by the beautiful and elegant structure of the building, but she could not immerse herself in it for too long as she was pulled gently into it. *** “What have you got?” Donatello questioned as Marcello entered the office. “I have received some reports from our men and as we speak Marco and his men including Martin are currently on the run. I learnt that they are wanted by the U.S government.” Marcello explained. Don scoffed and lifted his hand to his chin. When he replayed the whole scene of his rivals escaping, he chuckled. They were never meant to be. Not in Italy, or any other location. He was the leader, the one w

“Dre?” “We just got word. Romano’s been killed.” He tells me. “Marcelo?” I ask. Alex’s eyes find mine and I know he just got word as well. Funny how he wants to talk to Marcelo only for him to die before he could even speak to him. “Yes. His car was loaded with explosives.” Andre says. “Jesus.” I whistle. “We’re doing a sweep making sure it’s not coming our way.” Andre tells me. “I’m on my way.” I say getting up. I hang up.

But now, he looked worse than a beggar who lived in a pile of trash. "How did this happen? What happened?" Briella asked anxiously. Ronaldo was still gasping for breath, his face filled with panic, and said, "Our mission at the West Suburb Manor has failed!" "What?" Briella asked in disbelief. Both Briella and Harvey gathered so many experts, how could they possibly have failed? Briella's expression darkened. "Are the losses significant?" "The Chapman brothers are dead, and my woman is dead too," Ronaldo said through gritted teeth.

He heard a door shut close and turned to see Adriano walking out of the hotel bar with a cigarette hanging on his lips. He frowned when he saw Marcello and walked towards his car, not saying anything. Marcello didn't know why but he just felt like having a conversation with Adriano. "Well, that was unexpected." He drew. Adriano stopped walking and turned to face Marcello. "Are you talking to me?" He asked, his voice dark and deep with his brow raised. Marcello's gaze narrowed. "Should I be talking to someone else?" Adriano nodded, with his cool eyes on Marcello's. "We don't talk." He said,

The Luna of this house was asking me about dinner. I shrugged. "I don't know yet. Besides, you said it will be next week. Who are they anyway?" A smile curled her lips. "Marcel and his mate. They are also coming with a friend." A small gasp escaped my lips. They had told me about Marcel, and how his mate happened to be Ronald's own sister. That little bit worried me, but they all seemed fine with it, so I knew that there was really nothing to worry about. "I didn't really see Marcel as the type to be wrapped around the clutches of a woman." I said. "He just seem like he would annoy her forever."

Both Giovanni and Nikola were on the floor, beating the shit out of each other. I steeled myself, waiting to be eye to eye with them. Instead, I heard a grunt, a thud and the sound of fighting continued. “Fuck. Will you two knock it off?” Marcelo who was standing in a corner yelled, but they didn't seem to pay attention to him. “Goddamn it!” "Jesus! What the hell is this?" I scoffed, walking towards Carlos. "Adrian!" He called out happily the moment his eyes landed on me.