Marcus Baker Season 2 Novels & Stories

"Toby, thank you. You know that's why I love you, right? I'm sorry I was off the grid." "I'm not your friend, Ace. Just get to the hall," he mutters, hanging up before I can say anything else. I stand paralyzed under the concrete arches, the glass phone screen reflecting my pale face. My brain is screaming at me, every defensive instinct I have flaring hot. Marcus? Marcus was our second-line defenseman. He was a quiet, old-money kid who spent his weekends reviewing game footage and tracking stats. Since when does Marcus do drugs? Since when does an elite university athlete overdose on black-market crap in a warehouse district?

Elle says to me as she gets up to open the door “Oh okay then, guys what movie are we watching” I ask the guys “What were you guys planning on watching before” Marcus asks? “Oh yh Wednesday season 2” I say to Marcus “Then…let’s watch that” Marcus says and I put on N*****x on the tv “Hey princess” I hear as Josh approaches me, I can’t help but smile, I wave him over to come sit next to me. He sat next to me and we kissed “How’re you?” I ask

Forgus Baker's position as security captain, Forgus Baker was still a bit dissatisfied with the boss, but it was later proven that Cadell Marcus could indeed take on the role of security guard, security captain is much stronger than himself. Forgus Baker has now completely surrendered to Cadell Marcus. Seeing that Cadell Marcus wanted to leave, several security guards shouted at Captain Marcus, not giving up. But Otis Swara and the others from the basketball team sneered coldly at Cadell Marcus and the others. Otis Swara also said sarcastically and provocatively. "A few guard dogs, you still dare to fight with me. This is the end of your fight with me. Hurry up and don't let me see you again

do? The way you—” “The way I what?” He came around the desk in two strides. Suddenly there was no space between us. “Say it, Taylor. What do you think I’m doing?” I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Smell his cologne mixed with sweat from practice. My heart was hammering but I refused to back down. “I think you’re trying to break me,” I said, voice shaking with anger. “I think you want me to quit so you can tell everyone you were right about women not belonging on this team.” His laugh was harsh. “You have no idea what I want.” “Then tell me.” “I want—” He stopped, jaw clenching. His eyes dropped to my mouth and suddenly the air felt too thick to breathe. “Fuck.” “Wh

Oh holy hell, he's gonna swing. The air went dead. You could hear every held breath in the room. But Sebastian? He leaned back in his chair, calm as ever, looking at Marcus like he was watching a painfully boring rerun. "What-again with this, Marcus?"

“Well, isn’t this cozy? Couldn’t sleep, or are we having a midnight therapy session?” David chuckled, the tension breaking slightly as he stood. “Just shooting the shit. Beer’s in the fridge if you want one.” Marcus’s eyes landed on me, sharp and playful. He wore a tight black t-shirt that showed off his athletic build and shorts that highlighted his runner’s legs. “Look at you two bonding. Alex, are you holding up okay with this big lug as your new stepdad?” I forced a laugh, standing up on shaky legs. “He’s alright.”

Jace whispered to himself: “Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak...” He freaked out. He ran to tidy the living room, fluffing pillows with the intensity of someone defusing a bomb. Meanwhile.. outside the building, leaning against a dark sedan… Marcus watched the apartment window with a calm, unreadable expression. He slipped his phone into his pocket. “It begins,” he murmured. Then he started walking toward Jace’s door. Jace heard a knock not long after and froze mid pillow fluff.

Emily stood frozen in the middle of the aisle. Alexander walked toward her. “We’re leaving.” Emily shook her head. “What about the bomb?” Daniel answered without looking away from it. “I’m trying.” Marcus leaned casually against one of the wooden pews. Watching everything like it was entertainment. Ryan glared at him. “You’re insane.” Marcus smiled slightly. “No.” He looked at Alexander again. “I’m making a point.” Alexander’s voice dropped dangerously low. “And what point is that?” Marcus answered calmly. “That everything you love…” “…can disappear in seconds.”

MARGARET LAWSON NAMED IN MASSIVE EVIDENCE FABRICATION CASE. Sebastian’s hand trembles slightly. Marcus mutters, “Social media’s turning on you pretty fast.” Sebastian’s breathing grows heavier. “You…” He looks at me again. “You planned this.” “Yes.” Marcus adds cheerfully, “He always does.” Sebastian shakes his head slowly. “No.” His voice cracks. “This was supposed to destroy you.” Marcus shrugs. “Instead it destroyed you.” Sebastian’s gaze moves across the warehouse again. No escape. No leverage. No victory. Ten years. Gone.

I want to know how things were once I left, once everything had calmed down. “I don’t think you want to know the first few months after that everything was great, no issues and we just enjoyed life. Alena had Marcus, we had already agreed to call him Marcus Jackson, a weird combination I know, but Alena still says it is the name of two of the best men she has known.” I can’t help but smile at his words.