Tom X Marco Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We have an abandoned site by the docks, boss. It checks out.” I looked back at Alex. “If you’re lying, whatever happens next will make tonight look like a gift.” Alex nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face. “I’m not lying. I swear!” “Good,” I said, stepping back. “Marco, Take two men with you, it's just 10 minutes drive from here..” After twenty minutes, a call came through and I picked it. "Mark is dead" Marco says over the line. "He's dead"

"Thomas said so. He works with her." "Tomás," I said, despite myself. "He said probably the country," Zane repeated, firm on the detail. He looked at Marcus with the evaluating expression again. "Are you a doctor too?" "No." "What do you do?" Marcus was quiet for a moment. "I run things," he said. "Buildings. Companies. That sort of thing." Zane appeared to find this considerably less impressive than being the best surgeon in the building probably the country but was too polite to say so directly, which he had from me. "Okay," he said instead, with the diplomatic generosity of someone allowing a lesser achievement its moment.

Marco said and with my eyes staring at him in full question mark, he put his hand on my shoulder and the girl cut him off and said, “His ex. Nice to meet you.” “Yeah, so, baby––” Marco again tried to word himself out when the Alexander came back and looked at his hand with hard concentration and he un-hesitantly pulled it off and moved from my side and Alexander took his place. “What is it about?” Alexander asked as he put his hand on my shoulder. Honestly, this kind of acting can truly pass off with great marks but oh well, the CEO is also an actor can really pass off as a title to a show. “Bro, Amy, we should go inside, no?” Marco said and firmly pulled himself away from the girl who again

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.

“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.