Filthy Marcellos: Legacy: Filthy Marcellos, #4

By Bethany-Kris

A Legacy Prequel

filth·y (fĭl′thē)

adj. filth·i·er, filth·i·est
1. Covered or smeared with filth; disgustingly dirty.
2. Obscene or offensive.
3. Vile; dirty. 

adv. filth·y
1. To an extreme and often disgusting extent. 


Newly released from prison after serving a three-year term, Johnathan Marcello just wants to get his head straight, but he's the only one who believes he can do it. 

Stepping into her mother's shoes is the very last thing on Catherine Marcello's mind, but it's already too late and she's got her own games to play. 

The spotlight wasn't in Andino Marcello's plan, but the Capo might not be given a choice when Cosa Nostra starts looking for la famiglia's next boss. 

Being the baby of the family and a good girl is all Lucia Marcello knows, but a little freedom and space could give her the chance to shed those masks. 


In the Marcellos, being filthy isn't a birthright, it's earned. A new generation is ready to take their thrones, but it's not that simple. 

This family is a legacy and this generation might just be the filthiest yet.

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PLEASE NOTE: Filthy Marcellos: Legacy is a COMPANION piece to the Marcellos series. It is NOT intended to be a standalone in the series. It is not intended to be a full length story with a formal HEA, but a 20k PREQUEL to a new series featuring the involved characters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bethany-Kris
• Release date: Dec 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781988197005

Bethany-Kris

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three very young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, a snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something ... when she can find the time. 

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FILTHY MARCELLOS: LEGACY

A Legacy Prequel

Filthy Marcellos, Book Four

Bethany-Kris

Table of Contents

FILTHY MARCELLOS: LEGACY

DEDICATION

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

About the Author

Copyright

DEDICATION

For those who give me unrelenting support each time I sit down to write another word.

Chapter One

JOHNATHAN

The black car pulled up and parked alongside of Johnathan. The sight of a dark vehicle with tinted windows was so familiar to him he almost smiled. Almost.

A good portion of his life was filled with memories of cars just like this one picking him up for one thing or another. Likely some situation he’d gotten himself into and needed out of.

The passenger window rolled down and revealed the person who had come to pick John up this time. He did smile at the sight of Giovanni behind the wheel.

"Zio," John greeted.

Uncle.

Truth be told, Giovanni had always been more like a friend and brother to John than just an uncle. Especially now that John was thirty and not just a kid under his uncle’s feet anymore.

Still, Giovanni was the one person in John’s family that he connected with on a level of trust that he didn’t have with anyone else. Despite the salt peppering the fifty-seven-year-old’s hair, and the lines on his face that said Giovanni was not a young man, he somehow still gave off the air of youth. Antony, John’s grandfather, always said that Giovanni had a young soul.

Whatever that meant.

John, his uncle replied. Get in. We’re going to be late as it is with the drive. They told me you would be getting out at twelve and it’s already one.

They had some kind of delay on the paperwork.

Giovanni pointed at the passenger door. Don’t care. Get in.

Johnathan knew better than to disobey Giovanni. Pulling open the passenger door, he tossed the large brown paper bag to the floor of the car and climbed in. He hadn’t even shut the door completely before the Gio hit the gas, and the car lurched forward.

Shit, John said, grabbing for something to steady himself and laughing. Slow down. I’d like to see Ma at least once more before I die, all right.

Gio smirked. Not your father?

You know how it is.

I don’t, actually. Lucian, like Dante, is my best friend. We’ve always been close, John. When I was younger, had no self-control and too many issues to name, I always had my brothers. When my father felt a million miles away, my brothers were still there. So, no, I don’t understand.

It’s like this, he’s not my brother.

Gio hummed under his breath. He’s your father, I know.

John had never seen eye to eye with his father on a lot of things. Lucian was a good father, as far as that went. He’d always been good to John and his sisters. He loved his children totally. But John had always felt misplaced somehow in his life. Or even out of touch with the people around him, his father included. It made it difficult to have a connection like his younger sisters had to their mother and father.

What is in the bag? Gio asked, passing the brown sack John had tossed to the car floor a look.

John shrugged. Shit I went in with. Clothes, a watch, stuff like that. Nothing important.

Let me see your band, John.

Why?

Let me see it.

Sighing, John lifted his hand up to show off the leather wrist band he wore with his family’s crest embossed across the middle. Happy?

Just making sure you got that back, too.

"Everything that I took in came back out with me, Zio."

I don’t trust the system, John.

Neither did John, really.

Thanks for sending a package into the prison for me to have clean, decent clothes to come out with today, John said.

Gio shot his nephew a look. I didn't send anything, John.

Who did?

Your father. He sent it up a couple of weeks ago so you would have a suit to wear today. He thinks about you even when you’re not thinking about him.

John wished that made him feel something, but all he got was a twinge in his chest that reminded him of how detached he truly was. It had always been this way for him. He never felt at home, he always looked at the people around him like he was on the outside looking in.

So, what is your next week looking like? Gio asked.

Nothing unusual. I have to check in with the probation officer. Three years of that nonsense should be fun.

Gio laughed. Or we could just pay the fucker off.

John scowled. "Bribing people was one of the reasons I spent three years behind bars instead of the one year it would have been, Zio."

Yeah, Gio said, wincing. You’re right. Better to let it lie.

Attempted bribery of officials to drop the charges he faced. Possession of an unregistered weapon. Discharging an unregistered weapon. Assault on a police officer. Actually, several police officers.

The charges had racked up one after the other on John, and before he knew it, he’d had a five-year term slammed down with the bang of a judge’s gravel. Not even his family’s money, status, or connections had been able to get him out of that one.

John was pretty sure his father and uncle Dante had a bit of a hand in it all. To Lucian, John was out of control. Or rather, out of his father’s control. He didn't always follow the rules. He liked to do things his way, which wasn't always the Marcello way.

Wherever John went, trouble usually