Tom X Marco 소설 & 이야기

"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.

"What is it?" "Your trip to Argentina must have been exhausting," Thomas said with calm politeness, his genuine concern for Jaxon evident, not just as part of his duties, but as something more. "You have only just returned, so it would be best for you to rest now. I've already prepared—" Suddenly Jaxon stood up, cutting Thomas off in mid-sentence. "It seems I must meet Marco immediately." Thomas gaped in surprise. "Alpha, you just got back and I'm sure a few hours rest won't do you any harm."

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.

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.

See you soon, Talia. Mr. X (offline).

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.”