Marcus From Deadly Class Novels & Stories

"You’ve got yourself a deal, Marco. But know this—I’m going to make him suffer. This won't be a quick death. I'll tear him apart slowly, and I'll enjoy every second of it." "Do whatever the fuck you want," Marco replied, his voice dripping with cold satisfaction. "Just make sure he's dead and gone." Nero chuckled again, a sound that sent chills down my spine. "Oh, he’ll be dead." Marco leaned back, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. "Good. Then we understand each other." »»———————«« ONE MONTH LATER »»»»◈«««◈»»»◈««««

It was unbelievable for him to see him standing with the same prideful look on his face. "Yes, I am..." Marcus smirked. Tom stood up from the ground, he came closer to see if his eyes were playing tricks with him but it was true. Marcus is not dead. And if he got his hands on Tom it means he knows about Louis and Isabey. It means they are fucked up.

"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?

Marco didn’t pause. He landed a punch on Josh’s face, then another. And another. Blood sprayed from Josh’s nose, splattering Marco’s knuckles, but he didn’t stop. Delilah watched, breathless, as Marco slammed his fist again into the man who had haunted her nightmares. Josh, fueled by desperation, threw Marco aside and surged to his feet. But then—another gunshot rang out. Josh jerked. And dropped. Dead. Marco looked up, stunned, his chest heaving.

"Marcus has a twin? Why did he never say? And... where is Marcus?" "Because as far as Marcus was concerned, I died ten years ago in the orphanage fire," Marcel interrupted, straightening his waistcoat which was lightly dusted with debris. "He had no idea that Mr Rose rescued me and turned me into his most trusted henchman. All this time, I was the one leaking your positions. I was the one ensuring Mr Rose was always one step ahead." Jennifer pulled the trigger of her pistol, aiming it directly at Marcel’s forehead. "Where is Marcus? Tell me, or I’ll shoot you right now!"

' Marcus' voice came through the mind-link. Marcus was a brutal killer that lost his mate in a battle against one of the Trio's senseless wars to gain more territory. He refused to conform to one of the groups and spent years alone. He would had ended his life, but revenge kept him going. When I started recruiting Rogues to form a pack against the Royal family he knew he found his way to have his revenge and finally leave this world in peace. 'Marcus don't be so foolish to think you can defy me and live!'

“Marcus… he’s next. Diego said the family company is the final target. He’s going after him tonight.” The chilling message hung in the air like another gunshot. Marcus, the man who had been both ally and enemy, was now marked for death. The game had shifted again, and the body count was rising faster than they could keep up with. Elara looked at Jax, fear and determination burning in her eyes as they realized the next fight was already upon them.

He looked at Monroe and then at me, snot dripping from his nose. “I won’t ask again.” My voice was like ice as I looked at him—fear dancing in his eyes. “They said that if I could track down the next shipment, they could protect me. They could get me out of my debts. They told me that the person they were looking for was someone who worked directly with the mafia. Said the person helping move these shipments was in direct contact with The Deadly One and that he was looking for me. Said they got word he was going after me because of my parent's past.”

Alright" I muttered Rex phone rang immediately and he pulled it out from his pant pocket placing it, in his ear "Yes" "What!!!!!" Rex screamed pulling the phone out of his ears "What happened?" I ask standing up "One of our men, whom I assigned to follow Marcus Madrid today, was found dead" "Damn" I growl kicking the glass table and it rolled and shattered on the good "Nick, the question should be…." "Who the hell is Marcus Madrid?" *guys the real game is about to began*

Just looked. “Tell me, why are you crying Seris? Medicine isn't something to play about, I can't put the lives of the people in jeopardy, despite your feelings being valid. Please bear with me and understand.” "My brother is dead, Cassian. Marcus is dead because of you." Tears spilled down her cheeks. "Marcus is dead, he went out with you to find someone who staged her kidnapping and now he's dead, while the woman, Elara who killed him, is walking around my pharmacy like she is the boss, like nothing happened."