Vanoss Marcel Novels & Stories

he slammed his glass down, sloshing whiskey across the table, “—isn’t happy. He’s rushing me to rebuild. Says we need to restock. That this drought is making our product lose value.” “Then tell your partner to go kidnap the girls himself,” Bruno said coldly. Marcello scowled. “He doesn’t show his face. Never has. All communication’s through encrypted mail. Calls with voice distortion. I don’t even know his real name. But he funds half the operation.” “Then you’re a fool,” Varrone said, swirling his glass. “You made a deal with a ghost. What if he’s the one who set you up? What if he’s feeding the cops?”

"You think you are the only one he has ever been with? Inessa was his first love. They were in love and for some reason he was not able to be with her and that wrecked him. If you think there would be a time he would open up to you and warm up to your cozy and fuzzy feelings for him? You must be very sick. Anyway he doesn't have much time and I don't think..." "I thought I warned you to leave her alone." His baritone voice overwhelmed me, shaking me off the pain this woman had unleashed on me. I didn't know when the tears ran out of my eyes and the pain from the bond between us only made things worse. Marcel was holding in to his cane dressed in black folded sleeves with black pants. Was he