Tom X Marco Novels & Stories

* * * The traitor's name came two days later, and it was not a name she expected. She learned it because Marco told her directly, sitting across from her at the kitchen table on a grey morning with Luca occupied upstairs with his crayons under Mrs. Fenn's supervision. Marco's face had a quality she had not seen on it before, something closer to genuine grief than his usual composed wariness. It was Tomas, he said. One of the security team who arranged Felix's property. Aria absorbed this slowly. Why? she asked. Marco's jaw worked for a moment before he answered.

I said. Jaxon dropped a bag near the door and looked around the warehouse with the expression of someone evaluating it professionally. He was the same too — big, amber-eyed, the kind of presence that made rooms feel smaller. He looked at Marcus first. “You military?” he said. “Ranger,” Marcus said. “You?” Jaxon considered this. “Chaos professional.” Marcus looked at him for a beat. Then, very slightly, the corner of his mouth moved. “That checks out,” he said.

"Thank you Marco." Hillary waved goodbye. From Hillary's office window Marcus witnessed Hillary and Marco as they separate ways. "Where's Marina?" Hillary asked when she arrived in her office and spotted Marcus waiting. "She went to her station." he replied. "Alright." "How well do you know that guy?" Marcus interrogated her. "Who? Are you referring to Marco?" He nodded. " He is my business partner Marcus. I need to pay courtesy. It is my only way to keep running the business and beside he saved me last time."

Watching them. She was embarrassing him. Right here. In front of his colleagues. Tomas approached, gaze locked on the couple, then turned to Marco, switching to Spanish. "When did you and Sade break up?" Marco exhaled sharply. "Almost two years ago." Tomas nodded slowly, taking in the sight before him. Then, with a solemn shake of his head, he said, "Brother, I am sorry for your loss. Because he isn’t going to let her go."

“Watching her son lose control again. Watching her perfect order crumble. And capturing Lia, stopping her from being able to control that beast… well, it is only going to help me with this game.” “And Dominic?” Blake asked. “You do realize that our initial enemy, and the man that aims to break us from the inside is Dominic, and he will stand by Marcel.” My smile widened. “That is exactly what I want… when he tries to stop Marcel,” I said softly, “when he reminds him of duty and restraint… he’ll die too. Marcel wouldn’t know what hit him as he kills his friend, which would end up casting the excommunication order.” Blake inhaled sharply.

“A pleasure, bella.” Yep. Trouble, he was definitely trouble and apparently, he could tell Xavier was irritated because his amusement only deepened as the evening went on. Marco somehow kept finding his way back to me all night. I couldn’t quite understand why he was doing this but… Who was I kidding?? He was obviously doing all this to get under Xavier’s skin because every time Xavier showed the slightest sign of irritation his grin seemed to deepen. Marco didn’t care about the look on Xavier’s face though. He just kept on refilling my wine, complimenting my dress at any little opportunity, and translating random Italian phrases only to laugh when I pronounced them horribly wrong.

Xander shouted out, his hand hovering near the hidden security system behind the frame. "It's a friend," replied a familiar voice. Xander hesitated before opening the door gingerly. Marco, an old ally from their concealing days, was standing there. His arrival sent a tremor of bewilderment throughout the room. "Marco?" Xander enquired, standing aside to allow him in. "I'm sorry to barge in like this," Marco murmured, his face stern. "But I have information you need to hear." The family gathered around Marco as he began to talk.

"Yes, don't keep me in suspense." "Tim and Marco are in Texas at the moment. They've gone to tidy things up with the company I had a deal with. I'll send them over to your company as well, and they'll handle everything. There's nothing to be worried about." Damon explained before getting into a conversation with Tim on the phone.

Marco said, circling the table as he assessed my position. He stopped beside me. “How do you know that?” I shot back, skeptical. For all I knew, he was just trying to throw me off so I’d fail miserably. Since when did the person teaching the game also compete against you? “You weren’t even holding the damn stick properly,” Marco said, chuckling at my attempt. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. Black ink trailed down his arm. It was part of a tattoo. From what I could see, it looked like a blade, but I couldn’t be sure until I saw the whole design.

The De Marco family was on the news. "Yes, the De Marco News. It was reported today that the most wanted bachelor, Xavier De Marco, has finally decided to remarry 4 years after the death of his wife, Karis Reynolds, and that is not the most shocking thing, but the fact he is getting engaged to his late wife, younger sister, Emma Reynolds the vice CEO of the Reynolds group." The male reporter explained leaving me speechless. Talk about double shocking news: Bertha was engaged, and Xander finally decided to make it official with Emma.