How Old Is Marcus Lopez In Deadly Class Novels & Stories

Ciel immediately said, cutting off Marcus's words. Marcus laughed. "We'll, I'm just saying." Ciel gave Marcus Garcia an incredulous look. 'How could he smile and laugh while talking about killing someone? Seriously, he's giving me some weird and creepy killer vibes right now.' Sensing the kind of look Ciel was giving, Marcus laughed even more before saying, “I know what you're thinking, so let me get this straight now. I have never killed anyone,” he paused as his smile deepened in a creepy way, then he continued to say, “but that could change today. This might be the day where I'll have my first kill.”

He called Marcus D'Angelo and raised the phone to his ear. Marcus D'Angelo was a rival drug dealer of Mayor Perez and once tried to advertise his products in Thornhill. Luca was sent to threaten D'Angelo using his son Kenneth who ended up dead with a bullet down his throat. "Who is speaking?" "The one who murdered your son. The Black Viper" Luca responded coldly and there was silence for a while before he said, "So much nerve to call. I believe this is not a condolence call"

"He's fast, smart, and loyal. You need someone you can trust absolutely." "Marcus is seventeen," I protest. "I'm eighteen next month," young Marcus corrects, straightening. "And I'm one of the best scouts in the pack. I can get in and out without being detected." Dexter studies him with calculating eyes. "You understand this could get you killed?" "I understand my Alpha is in danger. That's all that matters." The kid's resolve is absolute. "Alright. Marcus comes." Dexter adds him to his mental count. "That's me, Elena, Marcus, and two warriors. Sage, can you cloak five?"

"About our memories. About the prophecy." Marcus looked between us, weighing his choices. Finally, he dropped his bag with a sigh. "Fine. But you won't like it." He pulled out a small leather-bound book. "This belonged to Celeste. I took it when she died." "When she died?" I repeated. "You said—" "I know what I said," Marcus snapped. "She died three months ago. Murdered. Someone's cleaning up loose ends, Elias." I felt cold all over. "What loose ends?"

was he the man I thought he was, or was he going to wake up one day and kill me and my son? Who was he really? Was the Marcus I knew the real him or was there a hidden side to him I knew nothing about? “Olivia, you are scaring me. what is wrong?” He looked sincere when he asked that, but then again. Lupita was always sincere, quiet, and humble. Yet, she was able to kill Nick, Marcus could also be playing the long game and when the time was right, he was going to act. He came closer to me and tried to touch me, but I recoiled. His hands froze and he looked at me with a pained expression.

He still hasn't woken up," Zendaya said. "What do you mean he hasn't woken up?" I asked, concerned. Marcus stepped forward, taking a seat next to me. He took a deep breath before he began talking. "Thaddeus, you died!" Marcus said, and I looked at him like he was crazy. "What do you mean I died? I'm alive!" I said holding my hands out, and looking at them, before looking back at Marcus. "Well of course you're alive right now," Marcus said,

From that moment on, he was one of them. They made him a promise: stay loyal, and one day he’d get his revenge. When they found him clutching his father’s gun beside his mother’s body, Adam’s father saw the fire in the kid’s eyes (even at eight years old, Marcos already wanted blood). Marcos trained every single day with that promise burning in his chest. He was going to become the organization’s deadliest weapon and hunt down every last person who’d touched his family. He got his chance the day he turned nineteen. Adam’s father slid a thick dossier across the table (names, photos, addresses). Marcos disappeared for weeks. When he came back, every name on the list was crossed off in red.

When Tim and Ben got to the lighthouse, they got no sight of Marcus at all. Raiz’s lackeys’ bodies lay on the ground, no longer intact. Then there was also Raiz, who lay dead behind Marcus’s back. His cause of death might be a b*loody hole in front of his chest, or it could be because of the silver knife piercing through his forehead. Either way, Raiz was dead. But Marcus? They did not know about his whereabouts.

Councilman Jeff stated. “Thank you, Alpha Jared. How many years was it that Luna Scarlet’s parents died till now?” Mr. Smith asked as he stood and adjusted his suit. “Not sure, she is early 30s and her parents died before she was of age so…” Alpha Jared stated lamely. “So over 13 years or so?” Mr. Smith guesstimate. “That would be close to it.” “So for 13 years, you agreed with every action, every decision, every life choice Luna Scarlet made?”

They looked battered, but whole. “Marcus!” Leo’s face was a mask of relief. “You made it.” “Barely,” Marcus grunted, wiping fresh blood from his lip. “The newbies… they didn’t just kill the NPCs. They broke something.” Spark stalked to the roof’s edge, her colorful braids whipping in the acrid wind. “They’re dead, right? They had to be in that blast zone. No way they survived.” “Look at the screen,” Marcus said, his voice hollow.