John Marston From Red Dead Redemption Novels & Stories

Before then, he issued a warning in his robotic voice, “I didn’t do it and I will prove it. If it’s fake, I will find him and give him a deserving punishment.” In other words, he suspected that Sin Jon faked his death so he would get to the bottom of it and do the needful. Caddaric instantly felt that Marshall and his men had arrived at the bunker, for which reason Sin Jon got a hint and faked his death to escape from him.

Elizabeth and Jasmine couldn't help but wonder how this unexpected revelation would alter the fate of their family. Mara found herself in a surreal moment as Alpha Jake Thomson, Alpha Dwayne Richards, and Alpha Shane Lincoln walked toward her. Their presence alone demanded respect and authority, and their striking appearances left her momentarily awestruck. Alpha Jake, with his rugged charm and piercing blue eyes, extended his hand toward Mara. She gingerly shook it, her voice soft as she responded, "I'm Mara." Alpha Dwayne, tall and imposing with a stern yet kind expression, followed suit. His grip was firm, but his handshake carried a sense of reassurance. "Dwayne Richards," he introduced

He concluded that they were just going to scare them with the guns. Three hours later, they arrived at his house, and they were still partying. Mario was celebrating the loot that they had won. Markus stormed in with his shotgun, killing the guard. They made a circle around Jason as they moved. Robert knew how to use the AK-47 but he was shooting aimlessly, killing a lot of people.

Seeing it rebuilt made something tighten and then ease inside me. Mara nudged me. “You nervous?” “No,” I said. “Just… remembering.” She smiled. “You always remember.” A few minutes later, two men approached from the center of the settlement. One was tall and broad-shouldered, with short dark hair and a calm walk. The other was Jax — older now, but still wearing that same careless grin. I felt my breath catch before I could stop it. Mara noticed. “That’s him, isn’t it?”

He parked and remained in the car to watch his former mate. Then he recognized the man; it was the same one he saw with her that night in her apartment, and whom he'd protected her from in this very pub. Johnston shook his head, concluding that Marelva probably wasn't capable of change. He felt no remorse over rejecting her; instead, he was thankful to have avoided a life in hell. Despite being pregnant, she had been intimate with some members of his pack, and now back in Human Town, it seemed she couldn't abandon those filthy habits.

“I don’t scare easily, but even I have limits. There’s someone who can tip the scales in our favor—but he’s dangerous. And he’s unpredictable.” Jordan leaned back, rubbing his temple. “I don’t care. We need every advantage. Name him.” Malik hesitated, then typed a single name into the chat. Grace leaned over to read the screen: Dante Marquez. Her heart skipped. The name was familiar, whispered in corridors of power, whispered in fear. Dante Marquez—the man who walked the line between ally and assassin, businessman and predator, friend and enemy. A man Jordan’s father had both respected and feared.

"It’s the only place where I can guarantee Silas won't just walk through the front door." We walked into the main room filled with the blue glow of computer screens and tactical maps. Marrow was were already waiting there. He looked like a giant, his face full of scars from years of fighting. He had a heavy machine gun slung over his shoulder like it weighed nothing. Luca stood next to him, he looked drained from lack of sleep and trying to sought out the technical details. These were the only two men I had left in the world who I trusted with my life… and Sera’s.

Red grinned out. Brother? Evil twin perhaps? "Jackson, I need you on the harbor situation so leave the company and sort it out." he made eye contact. "Your life or a solution." "As you wish, boss." I liked Jackson and now he looked like he could piss his pants. There was a moment of silence between the three of us. Before anyone could say something the door opened and in step the guy I call the love of my life, Benj Harrison. He is one of the few people that worked closely with Mr. Red, but kept his identity a secret.

You didn't want to make the Marnellis your enemy, that was for sure. My phone rang again. Sara. She didn't want to talk to me when I was right in front of her, so she could wait. I let it go to voicemail. "And meet Joe, also of the Marnellis," Marino said, indicating a man of about thirty-five. Joe was a famous guy in our world, known as the enforcer. Rumor had it that he had killed three men with his bare hands one night. Something about counting cards in a Marnelli-owned casino. I had no idea if it was true, and I had no desire to find out.

Nothing has changed since I left them. “Red,” Jerson greeted. He never told anyone his real name. I don’t know why he told me this but he said I am his most trusted ex-agent. His trust for me, it scares me sometimes. “Boss.” “I’m glad you came, Red. Let’s grab a drink and we’ll get into the business.” I nodded my head. He gets wine in his store room and two glasses as I sit on the counter-top in his house’s bar area. “Habits never die, huh?”