How Old Is Marcus Lopez In Deadly Class Novels & Stories

One hand moved slowly towards the one Lucas had on his chest, their huge hands delicately intertwining together like ancient branches, whitening with the sheer power they shared. “I won’t. I won’t!” Lucas insisted, his muscles tightening, holding Cesar captive more rigidly every second. ”Not if you tell me now. Make this right…Marcus is my family. I won’t reject you but I’ve looked in about twenty rooms so far, and there is no sign of him. Where did you put him?” “He’s dead. Or dying anyway,” Cesar whispered, his sharp, handsome face creasing up in pain. “So there is no chance, no hope.”

Josiah nodded firmly. “I was fishing at a creek last week. I happened to see him. I was shocked! Z, Marcus really looks like you…” Zephyr’s expression was turning grimmer. “But apart from your looks, there’s nothing else that’s similar between the two of you.” Josiah continued. “I was suspicious, so I got someone to investigate. I can’t believe we found out that Marcus didn’t die at all. “He offended a few gangs in Jangasas after getting out of prison. He even had a finger chopped off for not paying his debt. He was chased out of Jangasas.”

Lorenzo released him instantly throwing him off like he had been burned and for the first time, the first time since this began, Lorenzo De Luca actually took a step back. And Sofia saw it and that alone told her everything. Something was definitely wrong. “What did he say?” she demanded. Lorenzo didn’t answer because his mind had just been thrown into chaos. That name… No…. It wasn’t possible…It couldn’t be…. that man… That man was dead. He had watched it happen. He buried him so he could confirmed it…. He had made sure there were no mistakes. And yet, there Marco was, smiling. Grinning from ear to ear like he had just detonated something far more dangerous than a bomb.

“You didn’t trap me, Beth. I trapped _myself_. The second you spilled that champagne.” He took the hairpin from my hair. Bent. Silver. Held it up. “First choice,” he said. “Always.” [SFX: PHONE. MARCOS’S. BUZZING. THEN MARCOS. PALE.] “Sir. It’s Marcus Vane.” Adrian went still. “He’s dead. Fired him myself. Overdose, six months ago.” “Not dead,” Marcos said. Held up the phone. Video call. Man. Thirties. Face sharp. Eyes dead. _Hospital gown_. Same one Valeria wore.

I couldn't—i just couldn't do that to her. Then the phone rang. Marco's name flashed across the screen. I swiped to answer. “This better be important.” “Boss.” Marco's voice was tight. “We have a problem. Marcus is dead.” I stilled. “What?” “Our men found him in an alley near the docks. Two bullets to the back of the head. It was a clean job.” My fingers tightened around the phone. Marcus—the weasel who'd been snapping photos of Lena for Evelyn. “When did you find out?”

Philip and Josh were also surrounded by the other party “Damn it! Who dared to bully the young master of the Lopez family? Get out here at once!” The boxer who took the lead was tall and burly. He raised his fingers and shouted angrily! A few boxers went to the dance floor and carried Marco, who had lost all strength, and placed him on the ground. Uproar! Upon seeing Marco’s lifeless body, they were furious! “*sshole! Who killed our second young master?!” The leading boxer roared. They were in big trouble! Marco Lopez was beaten to death here! The patriarch would be livid!

Simple—until it wasn't. Another instructor adjusted Marcus's gear, and he made a face like he was being fitted for his own execution. "I just want it on record that I was coerced into this," Marcus said as they checked the strap on his leg. "You're an adult," I reminded him. "Also," Marcus added, like he was changing the subject to avoid staring straight at the emotional cliff in front of us, "you know if you die here, Zoey's going to kill you, right?" I laughed—and it came out more genuine than I expected.

"Oh, by the way, if there is any movement from the Lopez family this time, don't bother with them, let them go." "The Lopez family?" Mr. Marcus raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a half-smile. He stroked his chin, displaying a debonair demeanor as if he was flirting with a seductive woman, laughing cunningly like a fox. "Begging me comes with a price, are you sure?" Jessica realized that it wasn't good, she wanted to retreat, but Mr. Marcus grabbed her waist and she stumbled onto his lap. She felt embarrassed, thinking fortunately his member didn't get aroused, otherwise sitting like this...

Standing at the top waiting with his hands on his hips stood Markus. “About bloody time! It seemed you two thought maybe I would lead you to something unnecessarily dangerous, silly children” He exclaimed shaking his head, “Where is that blasted girl of mine!?” “Hey Rex! Did you die?” called out a familiar voice. With a snort of laughter both Markus and Rex walked back to the top of the staircase and looked down, Lacey was still standing there looking up the stairs apprehensively. “Yep! I died a horrible death, quick get up here and join us!” Rex called out through bursts of laughter.

“We have an abandoned site by the docks, boss. It checks out.” I looked back at Alex. “If you’re lying, whatever happens next will make tonight look like a gift.” Alex nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face. “I’m not lying. I swear!” “Good,” I said, stepping back. “Marco, Take two men with you, it's just 10 minutes drive from here..” After twenty minutes, a call came through and I picked it. "Mark is dead" Marco says over the line. "He's dead"