Tom X Marco Novels & Stories

Make sure to go there". Marcus stood up to leave. "I will surely visit it and will congratulate him personally". Xavier said with clenched fists ------- Tabby

“Girl, I knew he was too damn fine to be safe. But why didn’t you stop when you realized the files were... you know…illegal?” I shrugged. “Couldn’t back down, Daya. You know I hate quitting.” She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d stick. “That stubbornness is gonna get you killed one day.” She leaned closer. “So you think Marco’s, like, from the… Maroon fam—” “Marano,” I corrected automatically. “Not Maroon. And yeah, obviously. Why else would he announce his last name like that? But I don’t get it—I just helped Xavier. It’s not like I’m walking around with the file in my pocket.”

Marcus took one look at Tommy's broken face and the bodies on the floor. "Everyone out except leadership," Knox ordered. The room cleared until it was just Marcus, Knox, Ruby, Jacks, Albert, Derek, and me. Tommy groaned on the floor. "Someone tell me what the hell happened here," Marcus said. Derek explained everything. The recording, the confession, the cartel's extraction. Tommy worked with the Sinaloa to sabotage the alliance, killed three Reapers to cover his tracks, and hired multiple attempts on my life. "And the cartel?" Knox asked.

- I ask seriously. — Because my marriage is more complicated than yours. - replies Mr.X. — So we need distractions and joy in our life. Thinking of you makes me as happy as your presence ... That doesn’t mean we’re going to skip our weddings. — You’re drunk. - I say smiling. — That’s why you’re saying these things. Do not worry, my friend, tomorrow you will regret saying all these things. —No, I’m not. By the way, if anyone should be drunk here, that person is you. - claims X smiling.

"Dad, please... answer my question! Who is Don Simon Colster, and why did he try to kill me?" He was on his way home when a bullet suddenly hit his car's two back wheels. Tomas lost control of the vehicle and immediately crashed into a pole. Fortunately, they suffered only minor injuries. Before letting him out, his bodyguards quickly surrounded him and carefully checked that everything was safe. Marco was in the car when he received an unexpected call. He picked up the phone and was taken aback by the voice on the other end. "Marco! How are you doing? Did you enjoy my Honeymoon Surprise?"

"A blueprint for where we're going." Marcus, who had been quietly reviewing a logistics ledger, set his glass down. A rare, genuine smile touched his lips as he looked between the two of them. He raised his glass in a silent, respectful toast. "To the future," Marcus said, his voice quiet but steady. "And to the woman who finally managed to domesticate Xavier Knight." "Hey!" Xavier growled playfully, though his eyes were sparkling with a rare, relaxed warmth.

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!"

Against the back of the wall stood a huge choir. Suddenly, a young man, maybe 20, with long, flowing black hair, dressed in a tux, strutted proudly onto the stage. He cut right through the aisle of performers, heading for the center. As he did, the entire audience rose to its feet and applauded. “Who’s he?” I asked. He reached the center and bowed repeatedly, smiling. Even from up here, I could see that he was startlingly attractive. “Sergei Rakov,” Jonah answered. “He’s one of the best vocalists in the world.”

It seemed most people were curious about him because they were asking questions, which made me wonder if they didn't know about him too. “So what have you been doing for work?” Marco asked Xavier, his voice cold, his tone raising a brow as he hadn't said anything at the table that night. I could sense his tension, maybe because he realized Xavier was his competition, but I didn't see the reason. Romano had already made it clear that Xavier was just with us for dinner. “I'm doing a lot of work, but the most interesting one is pleasing people until they explode with excitement,” he rambled, and I dropped my cutlery anxiously.

Minutes later, Marcus spoke through the comms. “We found Romano X.” Amy looked across the hall. There he was. Romano X. Older, wealthy, confident. He laughed loudly surrounded by businessmen and women. Marcus and Theodore approached him smoothly. “Mr. Romano,” Marcus greeted. “We’ve heard about your investments.” Romano smirked. “Then you’ve heard correctly.” “The market fears bold men,” Theodore added. “I don’t fear anyone,” Romano replied proudly. Drake watched silently from across the room.