Star And Marco Novels & Stories

Lucas stammered, his voice faltering, "we've been friends for years. How could you betray me like this?" Marco's gaze narrowed, his hold on the gun tightening. "Friends? Is that what you think we are? I have no friends." Emma took a step forward, her voice trembling with anger. "What do you want from us? Are you working for the Maddox?" Marco's smirk returned, his eyes darting between Lucas, Emma, and Tina. "I don't work for anyone. I have my own motives, and they were falling into place until you three showed up." He turned to gesture at Tina, "And with her."

"I'm so sorry dear, for the troubles. Marco attacked you guys." So there's a new Villian to the story huh? "Who's Marco?" "Marco runs a Mafia gang in Russia. We used to be partners until, he found out I had something he also wanted. He is too greedy, thats his only problem, and might also be his downfall. So I think coming after you guys was his own way of starting a fight" "By f-ff-fight you mean? I stammered already scared of what was going to come next.

**DANTE** Marco was waiting in my apartment when I got back from Sofia's casino. He sat in my chair, drinking my whiskey, looking like he was deciding whether to kill me or just break a few bones. "You put your hands on a Santoro at a peace talk." He said it quietly. That's how I knew he was furious. Marco only got quiet when he was ready to do violence. "I saw the ring." "I don't care if you saw God himself. You don't sabotage years of planning because you can't control yourself." He stood up. "I should cut you loose right now."

"Marco, stop! You’re hurting her! And the entire building can hear this argument!" "To hell with the building! And to hell with the gossip!" Marco roared, shaking my arm slightly in his intensity, his fury volcanic. "She’s marrying a rival! She’s betraying us! She thinks she can walk away with an asset that could cripple this entire city if Luciano turns it against us! She is a walking security breach we allowed to live!"

Out of sudden Malik's hand slammed Luke's face as he kicked him and pushed as all " Malik! Stop it man! You have people beside you." Marco snapped as he pushed as back " Who wants to die?" Malik mumbled in his sleep " Stop it you two... We are being sandwiched." Luke said God, he looks so funny... His eyes closed and he is blabbering " This is the last time I'm doing this." Marco said " What time is it?" I asked " 4 in the morning, Pete, sleep babe." We returned to sleep. A few hours later, Marco got up and started waking us. He tapped me and I just glued to Luke more ignoring him and Luke didn't even respond to him in any way

Anaya responded, “Are there any people you know named Scar? He killed someone dear to me. Please, if you can, help me in any way.” “This is just between us, right? I don’t want any trouble,” she said, looking side to side. She said, as I agreed, “I don't know this Scar guy personally. Nevertheless, I met a man named Marcus, who was his low-level man. He worshipped that Scar guy. According to him, Scar was planning something big and he would stop at nothing. I don’t know anything else.” “Do you have any idea where we can find Marco?” she inquired.

“Marco, come on, bro.” I pull his shoulders to get him to look at me. “Come on. It’s Bronx. Talk to me, big guy.” “My name is Marco Sanchez. My wolf’s name is Clash.” Marco looks through me and continues to mumble. “I gotta beautiful wife. Her name is Musu. We got twins. Deago and Inez. There’s a thing here. It looks like a woman, but it ain’t. It’s a monster. She can’t take my memories.”

“Marco, stop. We can’t do this. It’s getting late… just take me home.” Marco blinked, hiding his frustration behind a soft smile. “Sorry,” he muttered and started the car. As he drove through the dark, rain-slicked streets, a smirk crept onto his lips. "You’re such a fool, Aria", he thought. "I know you too well. This is just the beginning. I’ll wreck your marriage and turn my father against you in no time." They reached the De Luca mansion, and Marco stopped the car in front of the grand entrance. The rain had softened to a drizzle, but the tension between them still hung thick in the air.

But he knew better. And now he stood on the edge of a cliff he couldn’t climb back from. He wasn’t just risking his place in the empire. He was spitting on the very man who had carved that place out for him with blood and brilliance. Stefano had been hunted by many—federal agents, rival families, backstabbing allies. But Marco? Marco was never supposed to be one of them. He had been the constant. The weapon that never missed. The mind Stefano could count on even in the dark.

Her charcoal blazer was ruined, soaked through with saltwater and stained with Marco's blood. Luca walked up, stopping just two paces away. He reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out his twin suppressed pistols, placing them down on the marble table with a heavy, deliberate clack. "Marco is at the bottom of the Atlantic," Luca said, his voice dropping into that smooth, terrifyingly calm register. "Cassio is running scared with a smoking SUV and half his local crew dead on a pier. You won the day, Julia."