Tom X Marco Novels & Stories

Jace shouted into the comms unit. "What the hell?" I asked, wondering what all of that was about. "Your brother is in a lot of trouble." Jace sighed, turning back to me. "What? Why? Wait.. How do you know he's in trouble?" I asked. "Because that wasn't just any man that just entered his building. That was Blaze Maddox." My eyes went wide in surprise. "As in the Blaze Maddox? As in the leader of the Cobras? The one that had gone missing?" I ask, making sure I was understanding everything properly.

"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

"Yes. The men who had aided Jacobo the last time. I'm glad we finally didn't have them killed. They proved to be of great help yesterday." "How?" "You were right when you decided we use them to our benefit. Marco had informed them of...." "Marco was in this too?!" "Exactly why I need you to be back home Manuel. There's really a lot going on. I guess Marco would definitely be part of such a sabotage, if they were truly working hand in hand with X. The person I haven't seen come into play so far, is Tawan. The man seems to have been on a low since he returned. There's no doubt he and X have more plots up their sleeves. What we really have to find out, is who this X is, and what his motives rea

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.

"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."

"You're the reason we're having problems, aren't you? You're the reason she's leaving me." Marco cocked an eyebrow, "I’m not the one who just got caught with a dick up my ass." Xavier's face turned a shade of crimson I didn't think was possible. He looked like he was about to explode. He took a step towards Marco, his hands clenched into fists.

“That sounds… intense.” “It is,” she said, rocking the pot. “But it’s also why the company is the best. Everyone works hard.” I swallowed. Hard work I could do. I can deal with stress. But working under him… That was something else entirely. Asma glanced at me again, noticing my silence. “I know you’ve heard about him before, even if you don’t admit it.” I froze slightly. “What do you mean?” I asked too quickly. She stiffly lifted an eyebrow. “Alpha Xander Marco. King of Nightmare Pack. Even humans know his name now because of his company.”

, I muttered, stiff as stone when he finally released me. His eyes darted to the shadow at my side. Damon. “This is Damon Volkov,” I said, because courtesy apparently hadn’t died in me yet. Marco’s grin only grew. “Volkov”, he repeated, like the name itself was a delicacy. He stuck out his hand, and Damon took it. Too firmly. Both men smiled, both men lied, and I just watched with the certainty that they’d both gut each other if given half a chance. “What can I do for you?” Marco asked, easing back into his throne-like chair, motioning for us to sit.

Xavier: I sat looking at the man who had given me his daughter years ago for an alliance. His eyes meeting mine, studying my expression, wanting to play the game of cards. “I trust that you came here with something to tell me, Marcus.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Alpha Xavier, I did not think that the two of us weren't on first name basis.” he said, his tone smooth but empty. “I appreciate you seeing me. I would’ve preferred my daughter greeted me first, but I understand she’s… preoccupied. It seems that she has been that way for a while now. I called her but she rarely ever answers.”

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.