Tom X Marco Novels & Stories

“Word is he’ll be gone for weeks.” Marco spat into the tray. “So what's the plan boss? Do we break in, Mark a few territories or–” “It ain’t that simple,” small, dark-eyed Tomas murmured. “After the last scare we gave them, their security got tighter. Almost no blind spots, and a lot more cameras I can swear”

"Marco’s not exactly someone I want to get involved with. He’s unpredictable." "I know," Felix agreed. "But right now, we don’t have a lot of options. The cartel is coming for you, and they’re not going to stop until they get what they want. Marco might be your best chance at staying one step ahead. He’s got the connections to keep the cartel off your back—at least long enough for you to figure out how to get out of this for good."

“We’re not done talking about this. ”She tilted her chin, defiant. “Good. I’d hate to bore you.” He escorted her off the floor, his hand lingering on her waist, a silent claim. Marsh approached, his face grim. “Got a name on the scarred guy. Marco Santoro. Neutral fixer, plays both sides. And he’s meeting someone tonight. ”Kai’s gaze flicked to Gianna, suspicion flaring. “Stay close,” he said, his tone a command.She smiled, sharp and sweet. “Always, husband.”

“I get it. She got distracted. Glitter and gold can do that. But she’s smart. She’ll find her way back.” Marco didn't respond. He just stared out into the darkening landscape, another deep drag of nicotine calming his nerves. “What if her husband finds out?” Marco muttered suddenly. “What then? What’ll people say? What’ll they say about us? Our whole family leaned on her name.” Tomas offered a wry smile. “You’ve been through worse. Tania’s expecting, right? Jared’s on the right path now?” That did seem to soften Marco’s grim mood. His shoulders relaxed slightly. “Yeah… probably a boy. Tania’s got us all hovering around her, cooking chicken soup, making her eat more greens.”

Opened the file in the blank, handed along with a pen to the fat man. Mr. Edison stared at the file in front of him. Reluctantly, he wrote down Marco's address. "Thanks for your cooperation. You'll still be here until we find Marco." "What? No! I already gave you the address." "Sure. We'll check first. Until Marco is caught and you can be released." "Damn!" Alex left Mr. Edison. Tom who was in the next room came out and met Alex. They headed to the information center to tell Martha Marco's address.

“I came to make sure no one here gets ideas. Damien dying was unfortunate. But he played with fire. You know that. I know that. You don’t have to pretend otherwise.” One of the old guys shifted like he wanted to say something. I looked at him, then back at the kid. “You’ve got whispers floating through this room. Marco’s name coming up too much. Like maybe he’s still got something. Let me tell you something clear. He’s got nothing.” I stepped forward. “He’s got no wife. No soldiers worth their guns. No power. He’s scrambling like a corner rat, and all he’s gonna do is bleed.” The kid crossed his arms, trying to look firm. “We’ve lost a lot.”

"Bro, you're here. The doctor said I might not make it, but it's nice to see you one last time." Choking back his emotions, Xoan rebuked, "Don't speak like that. How can you not pull through?" The young man, typically arrogant and ambitious, showed a rare, simple sincerity. "Bro, I can feel it. Don't lie to me." Tears coursed down Xoan's cheeks as he took Marcus's hand. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" Marcus, noticing the tears, rasped, "Why are you crying?" Caught off guard, Xoan replied, "Because it hurts."

Vince came to stand beside her, hands in pockets, posture a soft bracket. “You all right?” he asked, quiet enough to belong to a kitchen table at midnight. She exhaled. The breath felt like surrender and claim both. “Yes.” Marco joined them, wiping rain from his brow with the back of his hand. “He had a Maretti mark,” he said. “Yeah,” she said.

Marcus said, and I coughed to cover my laugh. Marcus has been threatening to kill Xander for as long as I can remember. He loves Xander, but at the same time, he wants to kill him. “Xander, turn around, and leave him alone!” I said, feeling like a parent breaking up my children's argument before it became a fight. Xander turned and plopped down into his seat. The drive home from Alpha Michael's pack seems longer than usual. Maybe it's because everyone was tired after fighting an endless flood of rogues.

Landon didn't say anything till lunch. "So I heard Marijuana came to see you off today." He said nonchalantly, taking a large bite of his sandwich. "His name is Mariano." I said dryly. "I know that." He snapped. The rest of our friends coughed awkwardly. God. "What's wrong with you?" I exclaimed. "Can't you be happy that I'm happy?" He glared at me. "He's the wrong one." "You wouldn't be one to know." I rolled my eyes.