Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

"I know. But I keep waiting for them to walk through that door. I keep expecting to see Arthur's face, smug and triumphant. I keep expecting Gideon to appear from the shadows, with that cold smile of his. I keep waiting for someone to tell me this is all a dream." Chloe turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "That's going to take time. You can't just erase years of fear overnight. You can't just forget everything they did to you. But you're free now, Marcus. Truly free. They can't control you anymore. They can't hurt you anymore. You survived."

“A few days ago he started screaming at something to leave him alone and kept clawing at his head, making it bleed. We tried to stop him which led to him injuring a lot of healers with unnatural strength.” Draven explained. “Let's just say, it took a lot before we could sedate and chain him. The sedatives no longer walk on him… or whatever's in him.” Marcus jerked violently against his restraints, startling me. Whatever was in it was desperately trying to break free. Black blood and foam dripped down the corner of his lips, his skin was darkening by the minute. He looked like a corpse. “Help me.” Marcus managed to say, his voice filled with both pain and desperation.

I wasn’t some secret he got to indulge in private and deny in public. I wasn’t a weakness he could pretend didn’t exist the moment the lights were on. Luke stepped back, satisfied I wasn’t bleeding. Marcus clapped Reid on the shoulder, as if nothing happened. As if there wasn’t a whole other conversation still burning in the air between us. “Come on,” Marcus said. “We have a mission to plan for.” Reid didn’t answer. He just nodded once, already moving like his body knew exactly where to go when his emotions got too inconvenient.

Do you think Marcus would damage my reputation again? He gave me a piercing look. ''You're unaware of his true intentions and the extent he might go...'' Now it was my turn to glare. ''I may not know his plans, but I'm certainly capable of handling myself...'' I asserted. ''Do you honestly believe I'm that naive?'' ''Because you were naive, Reese!'' he snapped, his jaw muscle twitching. ''You were naive about your ex-husband, and now this man! Neither were ever right for you, and Marcus is no different!''

I slowly turned my gaze to him who was now standing in front of me as he watched me. "What did you do Xenoah?" I asked incredulously and looked at myself in the mirror again. I was so close that my body was almost red because of the marks he left. When the sky rained chikinini I caught it all! "Marking what's mine?" he stated hiding his smile. "Fvckyou" I said angrily. "Oh don't temp me baby. Maybe with my juice you can take a bath and not in the pool." he mumbled that made my whole face heated.

Frederick’s growl came again—louder, closer. He stopped a few feet from Marcus. The air crackled between them. “You’ve seen enough,” Frederick said, voice low but carrying authority and possession. Marcus didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. He smiled wider. “And if I want to see more?” Unease rippled through the crowd. Frederick’s eyes darkened dangerously. “You don’t.” The words were quiet but final. For a moment, Marcus seemed ready to push further, to test him. Instead, he chuckled softly, relaxed, like this was all a game. “Careful,” he teased. “You’re sounding territorial.”

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting total freedom, clothes are very restrictive.” “There you have it.” Marcos smirks, but his eyes are on Aretha. “I guess Cameron’s gonna have to deal with two naked people in his bed tonight.” Aretha murmurs an excuse under her breath, growing redder by the second. She can’t get out fast enough, and we watch her go until she turns a corner. “Did I say too much?” Marcos asks, and I sense the familiar insecurity in his voice. “You didn’t. Aretha liked what you said, and I won’t like your morning wood pressing against my leg, but I won’t say no to a warm body and sharpened curves.”

I've, I've stuttered furiously but trying to keep my voice as low as possible. "I am not here for the dancer today. I'm here for something else, Marco." Marcus said, his voice cold and ruthless as he delivers a hard deadline. "You have exactly one week to hand over all legal information and real identity records of the Max dancer, or I will buy out the club, shut it down, lock the doors forever, just to prove to you that I can," he said, and instantly gave him his evil smile before slamming some files on the desk.

And for the first time since learning the truth about his bloodline— Marcus smiled. A real smile. Free. Bright. Unburdened. And somehow— That silver glow became even stronger.

"Marcus, I’m the one who leaked the information to Visser’s scouts that Mark was stranded. I wanted them to find him." Marcus blinked. "You... you wanted them to help him?" "Mark is a coward," Julian said, standing up and walking to the window. He looked out over the city as if he already owned it. "A coward with no money is useless. But a coward who thinks he has a powerful friend? That’s when he gets bold. That’s when he makes mistakes I can actually use to put him in prison forever."