Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

Marcus' face reddened, his jaw clenched in fury. "Let me go, I'm going to scream and everyone is going to know what you are up to," Rebecca threatened, fear crepping in, its icy fingers wrapping around her head. "Which one is Hun?" Marco slammed his fist on the table, making her jump. Rebecca bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hold back the words in her mouth. Marcus didn't wait for her response before he started unbuttoning her bum shorts. He wore just pants for this very reason, easier to get his job done.

He just stared, waiting for the blow to fall. "You've been enjoying your little taste of freedom, haven't you?" Marcus took a step closer, his voice dropping to a silken, dangerous murmur. "The adulation. The respect. Thinking you're your own man now." Another step. The space between them vanished. Lynn could smell his cologne, something sharp and expensive, mingling with the boathouse smells. "But you seem to have forgotten something," Marcus whispered, the smile vanishing from his face, replaced by an expression of pure, icy menace. "Who gave you this freedom? Who pulled you from your gilded cage?"

Silence enveloped the call, Marcus felt blood rushing up to his head, he's definitely furious, someone just tried to go against him? All his excitement went drained and all he can't think is to destroy whoever is going against him. At that moment, He didn't noticed his father went out and saw his deadly expression. "Son, seems like you woke up on the other side of the bed huh?" Marcos joked. "Someone just went against me." He said, Marcos seems like he's no foreign to the news, in fact he knew who Mr. Reed is, his blood boils the moment he heard the news, the time is near that he will let Marcus know about his secret.

"So after you use my hard-earned savings to buy things for someone else, I'm not even allowed to be annoyed?" Knowing he was in the wrong, he still muttered stubbornly, "You're so unreasonable." I could not be bothered to argue further and slammed the door shut. Over the next few days, I sold off some worthless possessions—mementos from my previous life that once held meaning. Now they seemed like nothing but cheap junk. I packed them all up and sold them to a scrap dealer for a pittance. That afternoon, while continuing to pack, Sebastian appeared before me holding some money.

That goddamn voice. Marcus. A ghost from a life he thought he buried. “What do you want from me, you piece of shit?” Carlo growled, fury creeping into every word. Marcus let out another laugh. This one was darker. “What do I want?” he said, voice turning hard and bitter. “You and your men set me up. You left me to rot like trash. I lost everything, Carlo. Everything. My freedom. My crew. My name. And now, I’m going to take everything from you.”

“Not yet. He’s already fighting enough storms for the both of us.” Across town, Marcus sat with Marvella at Café du Monde, the powdered sugar halo on their table looking like evidence of sin and satisfaction. His mother sipped her coffee slowly, eyes scanning the paper in front of her. “They love you again,” she said, flipping the business section. “Or at least they love your recovery arc.” Marcus smiled faintly. “Public forgiveness is cheaper than coffee.” Marvella folded the page. “You did well, Marcus. But I see it in your face—you’re not thinking about investors.”

Marcus sat with his boots resting on the rail, his chest expanding as he inhaled the clean, unpolluted scent of sagebrush and pinon pine. "What happens now, Axel?" Marcus asked quietly, his eyes fixed on the distant mountain peaks. I looked over at him, then down at Emilia, whose hand was resting peacefully in my lap. "You decide, Marcus," I said, a faint smile touching my lips. "For the first time in your entire existence, you are completely free. You can do whatever you want with your days. The world is completely open."

"Mhmm.. sure. Say whatever you need to, but we both know the truth. Let's just hope that the press doesn't get a whiff of this; otherwise, your reputation would go down the drain. Well, I guess it was nice knowing you." "What the f*ck are you talking about?" I snapped, looking up at him over the rim of my glass. "I'm saying you're whipped. The playboy has officially met his match. Might as well sell off the hotels now cause you won't be needing them." Lucas quipped. I could feel the blood in my veins boiling. "That's far from true." "Oh, no? Then prove it." "No. Why would I do that?" "Cause if you win, then I'll give you open access to China."

We talk first he shouted. The negotiation stretched tense and ugly. Marcus ranted about everything he had lost because of us the power the money the respect. He wanted revenge and he wanted me as his trophy to rub in Victors face. Luca struggled against the ropes cursing at Marcus. I inched forward talking calmly trying to buy every second for our hidden men to get into position. You dont have to end like this I told Marcus. There can be another way out. He laughed loud and bitter. Too late for that princess.

Their dull eyes showed nothing but impatience. They tightened their grip even more and barked back harshly, “Shut up! Quit making such a racket! Who’s Ethan and Eva? What kind of nonsense are you babbling about? We have absolutely no idea what you are saying!” The other matron added coldly, “We are simply acting on orders from the steward of the manor to take you, a runaway slave, back! An eye for an eye. You’ve now been demoted to the status of a maidservant, and you’ve signed the contract yourself in black and white! You were just delivered to the master’s house yesterday, and you’ve run away today? You’ve got some nerve!”