Marc Cameron Books Novels & Stories

The room burst into laughter. For a moment, things felt normal again. Meanwhile — Marcus Learns Something Disturbing Marcus’s office at MAX Holdings was unusually tense. Cameron stood across from him with a tablet in hand, eyes narrowed. “We have a problem.” Marcus set down his pen. “What kind of problem?” “The man who confronted Asher yesterday—the one who said Marcus cut him off—he’s connected.” Marcus leaned back slowly. “To who?” Cameron tapped the screen, revealing a man’s face on the display. Hard. Scarred. Dead eyes.

I couldn't deny the annoyance his presence always left on me. "Marc always claims to be almighty... I can't deny he isn't, given the name and power he had built over the years. I must say, astonishing. It was worth the sight when I worked with him before," Damarc said, beating around the bushes, wasting my time even more. "So, tell me the plan. And if you don't have one, I guess I should be leaving, then, since I am guessing now that you don't," I said. "Alright. The plan isn't confirmed yet, so at the moment, I am unable to share that with you. But I will have all the information I know about Marc emailed to your mail," Damarc said. So, was he bluffing the whole time he had mentioned having

Marcus arrived at Damien's mansion, his black SUV pulling up to the entrance. He stepped out, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his mind on high alert. He came with his guys, a team of ruthless mercenaries who would do anything for a price. Damien opened the door himself, a cold smile spreading across his face. "Hey, Marcus. Thanks for coming over." Marcus nodded, his eyes narrowing. "What's going on, Damien? You're not usually this... anxious." Damien's smile grew wider. "I've got a problem, Marcus. A big one. And I need your help to take care of it."

~MARLOWE~ I glanced around the room Burdock had brought us into, noting the walls were bare except for a faded Ravens insignia and a corkboard layered with maps, photos, and handwritten notes that had nothing to do with bikes. That corkboard sat like a bruise on my understanding. I’d expected leather and bravado and testosterone in a room like this, not timelines and grids and things labeled with coordinates. This wasn’t a biker club back room. This was something else wearing a biker club like a jacket.

Emiliana I stared down at the photographs in my hand. A warehouse, lined with shelves of fabric rolls was printed in front of me. Close up images of “Magnone’s” tags hung from the ends of them and bile began to rise as I tried to work out what was going on. “I don’t understand.” Daring to glance up at Giovanni, I found his gaze and attention distant. It was evident that something was troubling him and all I wanted to do was ease the burden.

I just waved him forward. He set the list down in front of me, fingers lingering on the edge before pulling back. “He gave them up.” I picked up the parchment. The names sprawled in jagged, uneven lines, ink smudged where his hand must have shaken. Dozens of them. Some expected. Others… gods. Wolves I’d sparred with. Shared meals with. “How bad?” I asked, not looking up. Camerin exhaled through his nose. “Broken. He’s hollowed out. I pressed him until he cracked. He gave me everything, but it cost him. Marcus isn’t a threat anymore. He’s not much of anything.”

[CAMI] Two days later, I’m on the bed flipping through a new book I’m reading when Marco shows up. He doesn’t tell me where we’re going. He just says, “Boss gave me orders,” in that half-amused, half-serious way of his. I trail behind him through the hall, my bare feet padding over cold marble. For a second I imagine bolting, sprinting in the opposite direction, but the idea is laughable. Guards are everywhere. Besides, where the fuck would I go?

She wondered how much more Cameron said that I heard. Cameron was always so loud. If you saw Cameron on the road, you'd think he was perfect. Well-chiseled jaw, toned abs, nice beards, nice body, great accent etc. In short, to be totally honest, he was physically beautiful. But his character was not. He was a manipulator, a cheat, a over-ambitious man, a workaholic, a ruthless husband, a narcissist and a sex addict. It was just so unfair. Women swarmed around him like bees because he was handsome and rich but they all began growing distant after realizing how much of a monster he was. He was no good for anything. Except leading women to bed, and squandering money on useless things. He had no

He was sure it was her brother. Ben was about to say something when the telephone rang and Cameron picked up the telephone. She was talking to someone on the phone when Ben got up from his seat and moved towards the shelves looking around at the books. He didn't find anything interesting. Ben wasn't the book freak. He found romance books nauseated and annoyed him. The sappy love stories in books that made people think love was so sweet and perfect. It all starts with a prince charming and then with a perfect girl who will love him and all.

Damon's pov Thursday 3rd March 2022 ******************************* I fucked up. I should have been listening. I should have checked up on him. We just got married and I've already scared him. He wouldn't even let me do aftercare with him. Marcus was so mad at me, after Mason came to say goodnight he shouted at me for a good twenty minutes. He told me I was getting too comfortable around Mason and I'm still a Dom so I need to follow the rules. He called me a bunch of names while I just let him because I did deserve it, I didn't listen to my slaves safeword. I broke the number one rule. From now on if I fuck up even a tiny bit then he won't let me see Mason anymore.