Marcus Cole 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

He asked. Sophia released him, sniffling. “I did not want to leave” She whined. “I never wanted to leave you but I had to” She revealed. “Why?” “Your mother threatened to have me killed, Henry!"

I said. Elena turned her phone to face me. A photograph of a man, Late 40s, completely unremarkable in appearance, the kind of face built not to stand out. "His name is Marcus Cole," she said. "No relation to Damian. He is a private security contractor who has spent twelve years handling situations for wealthy clients that could not be resolved through legal means. Three of his previous clients had significant enemies. In each case, within six months of Marcus Cole being engaged, those enemies suffered serious accidents. A fall, a car collision, a sudden severe illness. Nothing was ever proven and nothing was ever traced." She paused. "He is very good at what he does precisely because he lea

“Problem here?” Cole’s voice slid through the air like a blade. I hadn’t even seen him walk in, but there he was towering in all his glory with his broad-shoulders and his eyes sharp as they pinned Marcus. The tension in the aisle shifted instantly, Marcus straightening like a boy caught doing something wrong. “No problem,” Marcus said quickly, forcing a chuckle. “Just catching up.” Cole didn’t move. Didn’t smile. He simply stood there, his presence alone enough to drain the arrogance from Marcus until he muttered something about “see you around” and slunk off toward the checkout.

The video cut out. "Cole, we have to go." "We're not walking into that trap." But even as he said it, he was already turning the car around. Heading back toward the city. Toward the warehouse. Toward Marcus. "Why would he do this?" I asked. "He's been your friend for years." "Because money. Because power. Because people like Marcus only care about themselves." We drove in silence. The city lights getting closer. After an hour, Cole pulled over on a dark street a few blocks from the warehouse. He turned to me.

Then—for the first time—his voice softened. “She still cares for you,” he admitted quietly. “Even after everything, she still cried for you.” Cole’s head snapped up, hope sparking painfully. “Then why—” “Because what was killing her was that she cared for you.” The hope died instantly. Marcus stepped back, turning toward the door. “Go home, Cole. Fix yourself. Earn something worth giving her—if she ever decides to return.” Cole stood weakly. “Marcus…what about my dad? Earlier today he was acting strange.”

I shot back at him, and he gasped at me in disbelief. “Tell them that you won’t be taking any orders from them,” Cole told Marcus. “Yo, for real I’m not taking orders from you guys again,” Marcus said before placing their food in front of them then he walked away from us. “Can we talk?” Cole asked me and I frowned at him. “About?” I asked blankly. “Why your face is swollen and about us. About what happened that night.” He said and Griff and Tyler looked at us as if they were watching a soap opera.

He would promise anything for Wilbur. Cole suddenly laughed maniacally. He screamed, "Do you think you can trap me with this? You're too naive." Wilbur looked at Cole. The Torres clan were also startled. Did Cole manage to escape from the Quad Thunder spell? Marcus got up from the floor a while ago. He yelled at Cole, "How dare you act so recklessly in front of Mister Penn? Are you asking for death?" Marcus was prideful and arrogant at that point. He was no longer a begging coward.

“He showered her with gifts. Tried to get her attention. And apparently… he’s even trying to marry her.” I almost choked on my drink. “Wait, wait, wait. Are we talking about the same Marcus?” I asked. “The same Marcus I know who doesn’t even chase women — rather, women chase him? The Marcus who avoids women’s drama like a plague? That Marcus?” Xavier didn’t smile at all. “I received things, Cole,” he muttered. “Pictures. Info. Proof. All anonymous, but…” His voice slightly cracked. “It was all real. They have been getting close… too close.”

“Then do it.” Cole shook his head slowly. “Nut Not yet.” He stepped back and placed the bar on the table again. Then he grabbed a chair and sat down in front of Marek. The sudden change confused everyone in the room. Cole rested his elbows on his knees and looked up at him. “You want to die quickly,” he said. “Yes,” Marek answered immediately. “Why?” Marek stared at him like the answer was obvious. “Because I know you will not stop.” Cole nodded slowly.“That is correct.”

His assistant. Cole sighed, leaning on the wall, but said nothing. Marcus gasped. “Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking, boss…" “Is it because of what happened? Are you trying to get your revenge on her because of that incident?" I stiffened. That incident? Is it the same as what mom and dad were talking about earlier? What's this about? What exactly happened? Cole didn't say anything. Marcus sighed. "I could always read your actions, but you've been different these past few days, so it's really difficult,”