Marcus Baker Season 2 Novels & Stories

"Before I decide that my sister’s safety is worth more than your excuses." Marcus didn't need to be told a third time. He scrambled for his pack, avoiding Dominic’s eyes as if they were twin suns that would burn him to ash. He darted out the back door, vanishing into the grey mist of the alleyway without looking back. Once the door clicked shut, the tension in the bakery broke, but a heavy silence remained. Rhea walked over to the long table and sat down, leaning her head in her hands. The exhaustion of the night was finally catching up to her.

Season 1, the first time I discovered the water was contaminated — the footage showed me holding my bowl, staring at the film of oil on the surface. My expression shifted from confusion to horror. I'd held that bowl for a full five seconds before I finally drank. The comment feed exploded that instant with a screen full of "Drink it! Drink it!" Season 2, Marcus breaking down the door. The first swing cracked it open. The second widened the gap. The third time, someone from outside sealed the gap back up. Marcus had stood in front of the resealed concrete for a long time before walking back. Season 3, Jake got "eliminated."

"You carried this alone for eighteen months and it nearly broke everything. That stops now. We move first or we lose together." Something passed across Marcus's face. Pride and grief at the same time, the look of a father watching his step daughter dives into something he can no longer shield her from. "Blake," he said quietly. "Communications team. Two hours." Blake was already moving. I touched Emily's arm. "You okay?" She didn't perform fine. She never did. "No. But I will be." My phone buzzed on the table. Sebastian. Tell Emily her whole life is a better story than she knows. Shame if someone else tells it first.*

The lens was slightly off-center, but the conversation was unmistakable. “You think I don’t know what you did to Christian Mason’s brother and sister-in-law?” Marcus’s voice trembled with anger. “You covered your tracks carefully, but someone was bound to figure it out. And that someone is me.” Josh’s reply was cold and measured. “So what now? You want more money? Weren’t the coins enough?” Marcus sneered. “Put me in charge of one of your buildings. Something real. Something with power.” Suddenly, Josh lunged. The camera jostled violently. Grunts filled the audio as furniture scraped and bodies struggled. Then came the choking—harsh, brutal.

Blake acknowledge before walking out the door. Marcus just passed the security checkpoint about to board his plane when the alert for a hunt sounded in the pocket of his leather brown jacket. He pretended as if he didn't hear it and proceeded towards the stairs of the plane. His last encounter with his assassin left him jaded and he wasn't in the mood to watch the hunt. He went to the first-class section of the plane and slumped down to his seat with his head relaxed back and a big earphone over his ears. He tried to relax under the music flowing into his ear and try to forget about the blonde for a moment. *********

Unshakable. Until Marcus Hale showed up. Marc leaned against the wall opposite him, wiping his face with the hem of his compression shirt. His dark curls were damp, sticking to his forehead. Even exhausted, that cocky smirk tugged at his lips, the same smirk that had been pissing Kai off for two straight seasons. “Not bad for an old man,” Marc said, voice rough from exertion. “Almost had you that last takedown.” Kai didn’t smile. He never did much after practice. “You hesitated. Again. You always do when it matters.”

At the same time, his hand clamped down hard around Jake’s neck, squeezing tight. Jake’s eyes rolled back as the brutal combination of breath play and deepthroat took over completely. His throat convulsed wildly around Marcus’s cock while his lungs burned for air. The rest of the team closed in tighter, cocks hard and ready, voices low and filthy as they watched their once-cocky straight teammate get broken down. Marcus looked down at Jake’s teary, choking face with pure satisfaction. “This is only part 2, boy. We still have the showers and the entire season ahead of us.”

"The Southside Syndicate doesn't get a seat. They get a reminder of why we own the docks. Tell them if they aren't out of the building in five minutes, I’ll have security toss them from the roof." ​"Understood." Marcus paused, checking a notification. "And... your mother called. Three times. She wants to know if the situation with the Omega has been finalized." ​"Finalized," I repeated, the word tasting like copper. I stood up, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window. From here, the city looked like a circuit board, something I could control. But back at the estate, everything was slipping through my fingers. ​My phone buzzed on the desk. A text from Cassian.

“I’ll be right back.” Marcus called after him, “Ice cream sandwiches!” Jarek flipped him off without turning around and disappeared through the door. The second it clicked shut, Marcus looked at me with an expression that immediately made me suspicious. “Actually, I’m glad he left.” I stared at him. “Wow. Rude.” “No, not like that.” He rolled toward me, still naked and warm, one hand settling lazily against my stomach. “His birthday is in two weeks.” That changed everything.

she inquired. Markus POV I was in my office, engrossed in signing some files, when Miss Baker, a nurse who's been trying to flirt with me, walked in. Her tight uniform accentuated her curves perfectly, but I sternly averted my eyes. "Mr. Markus, your files are here," she said, attempting to sound seductive, but I remained unaffected, looking at her blankly. "Thank you, Betty. The door is that way, please get out," I responded, devoid of any interest. She hid her embarrassment and stumbled out as I glanced through the files and reports.