Marcus From Deadly Class Novels & Stories

“You're fucking crazy.” Marcus let out a peal of laughter, “If I were you in my own expert opinion, I would oblige but obviously I can never be you.” He grinned mischievously. “You either choose to be a coward or not because the moment I blow your face off, you will never have the chance of seeing her again. I suggest you pen down everything you want her to know before you take your last breath.” He dropped a pen and a book on his lap and gradually untied the robe from his hand. “Don't try to play smart, I see that look on your face. You're not a cat and you do not have nine lives. Do exactly what I said.” He raised the gun at him, taking an aim on his head.

He asked as he continued studying the place. “Better get… the fuck out” Marcos let out a hiss. He was already a dead man. “He hates you more than you can imagine…he wants you to suffer by killing those…who…” “Don't talk…let me get you out,” Pedro said and pulled the trigger. Marcos only heard the firing of shots and creaking sounds when the machines in the room started falling apart. Not just that, but the entire room started crumbling down that he knew it was over for him.

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!'

And now, she was trapped in a web of uncertainty, unsure of how to move forward. In the condominium, the minions were reporting to their boss as he arranged his briefcase. “Marcus’s death should be announced in the news tomorrow morning, and the official report is suicide. We made sure of that. And it wasn’t by hanging, he slit his wrist, so the cause of death is excessive bleeding”.

“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 asked, but his voice lacked its usual confidence. "Daxon," I said simply. "Tell me about the day Daxon died." Marcus's face went white. All the color drained from his cheeks like water down a sink. "Alpha, I already gave you my report. He's dead. I disposed of the body myself." "Did you?" I asked, walking slowly around the table toward him. Each step felt deliberate, predatory. "Did you really see him die, Marcus? Did you really dispose of his body?" "Yes, Alpha. I swear on my pack loyalty, he's dead."

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*