How Old Is Marcus Lopez In Deadly Class Novels & Stories

"Last chance, Dante. The phone, or I go to the council right now." Sera's mind races. If Celeste goes to the council, they're dead. But if they give her the phone, they lose their only leverage. "Wait," Sera says. "You said you know who's ordering the killings. Prove it. Tell us one name." Celeste considers this. "Fine. Elder Marcus himself. Happy now?" "Marcus is dead," Dante says flatly. "He died eight months ago. Heart attack." Celeste's confident expression falters. Just for a second, but it's enough.

"Marcus... Marcus Moretti." The words flatly refused to process in my brain. "That is biologically impossible. Marcus is dead. He died twenty-five years ago during the original Luca kidnapping plot." "That was the official historical narrative," Ricci muttered. "But the facial recognition software returned a ninety-eight percent match against the archived family records from a quarter-century ago. He didn't die, Axel. He was rebuilt." Emilia gripped my forearm, her fingers digging into my skin. "Axel? What is he talking about? Who is Marcus?"

“Don’t tell the other Elders. They’re such sissies that they may decide to cancel the Council meeting. We need to get all those members here so I can tell one way or another if the rumours of this war are true.” That, Marcus believed. His father had a way of sniffing out lies—his one true gift, and the reason Marcus had never lied to him before. He hadn’t been caught already because Alessandro had been distracted. Marcello DeLuca, the most loyal vampire to ever walk the earth. The perfect soldier. What a joke that was, now. Alessandro sighed, surveying the destruction. “I need someone to clean this up.”

Chris literally stomped his feet and muttered “I was just searching in the dark… I didn’t want to waste everyone’s time… I thought if nothing eventuated, I could play the clown on my own.” “Cheer up kiddo! Big brother is pulling your leg.” Mark laughed loudly “Do whatever you want to do. Big brother will always be right behind you…. even if you want to be the clown, we will be right behind you… you need supporting clowns for the act.” "Ok, go ahead." Mark nodded seeing that Chris was still sitting with a childish pout. "What the plan?" Lorenzo asked as he swirled his drink in a happy mood. "Marcus's birthday is in 2 weeks." Chris's lips curled up sinisterly.

“My men will turn you and your boy into Swiss cheese before your shell casing even hits the floor.” Marco paused, widening his grin into a dramatic, grimacing smile as he stared at the Don. “Oh, I beg your pardon. I forgot to give you the news. Your loyal capo, Luca...” He stretched out the silence, delivering the final blow with pure malice. “He died helplessly by my men's hands. Because you chose to come here and leave him alone out there to die.”

“Liar I'll kill you” Lucein stood up,dashing towards Ethan, Marcus kicked him back to the floor. “That's enough,we were not aware we only just found out,it's Micheal and Blair doing” Marcus said. Lucein looked up. “Bullshit, Micheal died last two years” “Well he didn't,his mother fooled the public enough so he can make a comeback, without the public eyes on him,he could get away with anything,and at this moment they are planning to destroy the whole Malcom family”

Marco didn’t pause. He landed a punch on Josh’s face, then another. And another. Blood sprayed from Josh’s nose, splattering Marco’s knuckles, but he didn’t stop. Delilah watched, breathless, as Marco slammed his fist again into the man who had haunted her nightmares. Josh, fueled by desperation, threw Marco aside and surged to his feet. But then—another gunshot rang out. Josh jerked. And dropped. Dead. Marco looked up, stunned, his chest heaving.

He asks a young resident who looks keen to do so. "Of course Dr. Lamar!" She replies way too enthusiastically. "Luke Sanchez, 23, 7 days post OP laparotomy when internal bleeding was found in the spleen, liver and left kidney." Ugh, this bitch is waaaayyy too cheerful about being a fucking surgeon. Surgeons are supposed to be hardcore and always want to cut. As they continued to present my case, I stared off into space, wondering if Maria would ever actually wake up. She had gotten a bullet to her abdomen and chest which both hit in some pretty bad places.

Instead, he sat on the sofa in the hall while two people stood before him, reporting their tasks. Once they noticed her arrival, they immediately fell silent and stepped aside. “Why did you lock yourself in your room the moment you returned? How is Ren doing?” Marcus asked with a calm smile, though his clouded eyes gleamed brightly. Natalie met his gaze, then lowered her eyes without emotion. Her voice was cold. “Louis is dead.” “Oh?” Marcus sounded mildly surprised. “That quickly?” “He was killed before I could do anything,” she replied. “I see.” Marcus nodded, still smiling. “That’s fine. Now that that matter is settled, put all your effort into retrieving the cocaine they stole.”

“Class four doesn’t pay much. It's usually non-life- threatening like watching over a sick rich guy or chasing off paparazzi. Easy work.” Marcus smirked. “Usually, yes, Leah. But this time's different.” “How?” the man asked. “Because this time you're not just going to protect,” Marcus answered, his smile growing darker. “You're going to kill.”