Tom X Marco Novels & Stories

Marcel: Dominic didn’t waste time with pleasantries. He rarely ever did anyway. The doors closed behind him, the room sealing into quiet thick enough to taste, and he went straight to the table where maps were spread, borders marked in red, black pins driven deep into territory lines that had been stable for decades. “They’re not testing anymore,” Dominic said, voice low. “They’re advancing. And it is starting to get out of hand, and you know that.” I folded my arms, eyes scanning the marks. “Rogues don’t advance without backing. They know that we are fighting back, but they also know that wolves are not technically as united as they used to be, and they are using that to their advantage.”

“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.

I'm not happy about showing up at the office wearing a tux, but there's nothing I can do about it. We get back in the car and make our way to the office. Shane my head driver is driving us, while Zane and I sit in the back seat with Maverick. We're singing in our seats to MMMBop by Hanson. Maverick had heard me playing it one day in the office and has demanded it ever since. It quickly became his favourite song. Probably because he could pronounce a lot of the words. MMMBop. After I'd heard the song on repeat for the tenth time, I look up wondering why we weren't at the office yet.

"Cut the theater, Marco. You’re twitching because your brother is trading your street cred for a seat at the corporate table." "Dominic is a dreamer," Marco said, stepping into her space. The smell of whiskey turned sharp. "He thinks he can wash the grease off the family name with a few signatures. I know better. Blood doesn't wash; it just stains deeper." "And you’d rather keep the docks red," Lina noted. "You and Russos. Two dinosaurs fighting over a bone." "I’m saving the legacy from a corporate lobotomy," Marco corrected. He lunged before she could blink. For a man who’d been drinking, he moved like a snake. His hand clamped onto her shoulder, slamming her against the wall as the serrate

"Let's call that unknown person 'X'. From the tip given, Tawan has gotten involved with Jacobo and Marco. But then, Jacobo and Marco very well know that Tawan has been banned from stepping into this territory. They would only have the guts to meet up with Tawan because they have the strong backing of X. If X went through the stress of securing Tawan a safe pass into our territory, and working hand in hand with our enemies, then it only means one thing." "X has an agenda against Russo, and we have to find X." Massimo said, making me grin. He was always on track. "Massimo you know what to do." "Yes Don." "Remember I had made mention of sending Marco a package. Please still do so. Infact, send

If it wasn’t about to get Raven killed, the sheer bravado of it would have been cowboy poetry worthy. “Two minutes out,” Tony said, rounding a corner so quickly the tires squealed. I went over in my mind all that I knew about Marco Vitelli. Former Italian special forces. Expert in interrogation and demolitions. Utterly loyal to Xaviero (maybe since the latter had saved his life after Marco's family tried to kill him for fighting too much. Marco didn't just kill people. He made them suffer first. Made them beg. Made them break.