How Old Is Marcus Lopez In Deadly Class Novels & Stories

When the door clicked shut, Marcus’s eyes locked onto hers. "You saw him too," he said. She nodded. He took a step closer. "Lorenzo." Again, she nodded. Marcus didn’t speak for a long moment. Instead, he walked to the liquor cabinet and poured a glass of whiskey. He didn’t drink it. Just held it, like it might steady his hands. "I should kill him," he said quietly. Raven’s breath caught. "He’s not—" "He is," Marcus interrupted, turning toward her. "He’s not the man you knew anymore. That man died when he walked through the gates today with a gun aimed at my family."

Micardo was waiting for that precise reaction. I was too late. Micardo, agile despite his size, stopped his roll, turned, and fired from a sidearm concealed in his coat. Marcus went down. “Marcus!” I scrambled forward, dropping my own weapon for a second, hooking my hands under his collar and dragging his dead weight back toward the safety of the pillar. Blood immediately began to seep through the dark fabric of his trouser leg, staining the gravel. “I’m fine,” Marcus gritted out, his face pale with pain, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. “Just hurts like a bitch, Lorenzo.”

“I don’t wanna talk about him right now. I need to focus on my daughter.” Zone studied me for a moment and then nodded. “Fair enough.” Then I turned and walked away. Finally, I found Marcus near the training grounds, sharpening his dagger. He looked up as I approached him and he smiled immediately. “Luna Serena,” he greeted, standing to his full height. At 24, Marcus had grown into a strong, confident young man. “Just Serena,” I corrected him with a small smile. “We’ve known each other long enough.” Marcus chuckled and gestured for me to sit on a nearby log.

"Lorenzo will skin you alive. You know what he does to traitors." "Lorenzo is a ghost," Marco sneered, his finger tightening on the trigger. "He just doesn't know he’s dead yet. And the boy? He’s a bastard with a hero complex. The Rossis pay in gold, not in 'loyalty'." The silenced thud of a gunshot echoed in the narrow corridor.

Ninth. "Alexandro De Luca dies at age 40," Alexandro mumbled incoherently. "Maybe that's better. Die young, but legendary. No need to feel the pain of being forgotten by the one you love." Marco frowned. His boss was starting to ramble. "Sir, maybe it's time to go home..." "Not yet!" Alexandro shouted, but this time his voice was weak. The alcohol was starting to overcome him. His eyes were drowsy, his body unsteady. "I'm... not... done yet..."

Could it be. Their eyes widened at the revelation! Mark looked at Marcus and roared, “Didn’t you say that you looked into him and he owns a small company that is not even worth mentioning?” Marcus did not know what to say. Who could have expected that such a young man, who was not even thirty years old, would be the one carrying the most dreaded title in the entire underworld? If someone had told him the same on a normal day, he would not have believed them. But now…

Marco asked with dilated pupils. “Oh, I am going to have a bomb on me the whole time. If the police don't show up on time, I will use it.” He announced. “What? No way!!” Elena and Marco screamed. Leo sighed and bumped his fist on his face. “Oh, I forgot that you two don’t believe that peace in death talk. Fine then, let’s hope the police show up or we become captives, and the Scorpione family are not known to be nice to their captives.” He replied.

He has a strong desire to create and invent new medications but he always sleep! "I've only had a year to deal with you, Herald. " Daniel responded, "Shut up there, you're ruining my moment as well." "I'm suddenly embarrassed in front of the two of you," Marcus admitted. "Really, you've been talking about your age right in front of me?" Marcus was the oldest of the five of them. This year, he turns twenty-eighth, which is only a year behind Daniel. "Oh, you've finished your meal, Darren?" When Herald noticed his friend standing up, he immediately asked him a question.

“I’m trying to wake you up.” “Well congratulations,” I snapped, “You’ve officially done both.” The silence after that was suffocating. Marcus stared at me like he was searching for the girl he used to know and couldn’t find her anymore. That girl has been dead for a while now. “That man destroys everything he touches,” he said quietly. “And you’re standing there acting like you’re not already bleeding.” My chest tightened painfully. “I know who he is,” I whispered. “Do you?” Marcus challenged. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re walking straight back into the fire.”