Novel & Cerita Tom X Marco

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."

Having to watch his twin brother being favored a whole lot more than him. But that doesn't excuse his current behavior now. Marco pointed toward the boxes. “So now I wanna know something," he said, his grin slowly returning. “When everything is stripped away…” he whispered, “who matters most to Rico Romano?” Rico’s jaw tightened painfully. Marco looked completely gone now. Completely lost inside his own madness. “You’re insane,” Rico muttered again. Marco smiled wider. “Maybe," he replied, and his thumb pressed lightly against the timer in his hand. And it started counting down.

Marco’s vendetta had never been just physical; now it was digital, silent, and invisible, creeping through the very systems Lucian relied on. “Marco’s cousin?” she asked, tension rising in her chest. “So he’s… helping Marco?” Matteo nodded. “Exactly. Axel is his tech weapon. While Marco orchestrates chaos on the streets, Axel infiltrates from the shadows. He’s intelligent, patient… the kind of threat that grows quietly until it strikes.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“Shhh Marco hushed, raising his brows. “Do you realize you're in a public space?” Tomasso raised his brows back at him. “And who gives a fuck?” He asked a rhetorical question accompained with a playful dismissive flick of his wrist. “Relax old man. You're too stiff sometimes.” “Shut up.” Marco replied and then looked at with an apologetic smile. “He can be a handful at times.” “Don't worry I'm coping around him well,” I replied. For some reasons, I felt like Marco was trying to stifle his own personality because of professionalism and he was trying to extend that to Tomasso who didn't care about it.

“Did they say anything?” Marco tried to sit up, groaning. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, but something in them lit up faintly at the sound of Dominic’s voice. “M… Mexi…co…” Dominic stilled. “What?” Marco collapsed again, mumbling something else as he dropped back against the couch, out cold. But it didn’t matter. One word, that was all he needed. Mexico. Dominic shot to his feet. “Keys,” he said to Romero.

“Exactly.” Tommy blinked. “You’re kidding.” Marco grabbed his phone. “If he’s using public taxis to move around, there’s a chance someone might’ve seen him.” Tommy frowned. “That’s a long shot.” Marco shrugged. “Maybe. But I have friends in the police force.” He looked at me. “I didn’t want to involve them unless we had a strong lead.” I nodded. “We’re past that point.” Marco dialed a number and placed the phone on speaker. After a few rings, someone answered.

Even though the document he was viewing was finished with the screen and the computer turned off, he still sat facing the thin black screen. Sometimes Marco has to travel the world to control all of his business octopuses, he is a pack leader with dozens of businesses in various parts of the world. This time he will go with Jazzy. He will do what Alpha Xander suggested to him. He intends to seduce Jazzy so badly that she gets drunk with his affection… and in the end… accepts it as a whole. Marco hopes ... after his return from Greece someday ... he can have Alpha and Luna status.

Marco sat down and said righteously, "Mr. Marwood, I've gone through your background. I know how powerful the Marwood Family is here, but none of that matters to me." "Who are you?" Tommy asked carelessly. "My name is Marco York. I'm in charge of the murder of Dorothy Faye. Do you know this person?" Marco showed Tammy a photo. "I do." "What's the nature of your relationship?" "Just distant friends. What's the problem?" Tommy appeared to be at ease, as though he was merely sitting on the couch at home. "She called you when she was on the run. Why? Are you in on the murder of Dorothy Faye?"

m. "Talk to Xena to manage the club well. Fortunately, she didn't meet me today because she's still abroad. If not, maybe I would question the effectiveness of her work so far," Marco said, making Pedro just nod. Marco indeed had some trusted people like Xena, who managed his club. Xena could be considered a friend whom Marco trusted to manage his assets. This time, his friend was abroad on leave from work, which made Marco somehow not too concerned about whatever he wanted to do.