Tom X Marco Novels & Stories

“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.

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."

Tom clearly explained every aspect. "Hmm..." Marcus still thinking about all the aspects, suddenly Mars words echoed in his head "She is Innocent". He raised an eyebrow, "How would Mars know that she is not the real princess?" he murmured. "Checkout Mars last month activities, I want all the information, where and how he spent his single second on my desk by tomorrow?" his harshly ordered "Yes, Master," Tom nodded, Tom was about to walk out of the office, "Get me a new phone," Marcus ordered him before he leaves,

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.”