Marcus From Deadly Class Novels & Stories

BANG! Two precise shots—straight to the head. The attackers dropped, lifeless. Marcus gasped for air, his vision blurry from the blood loss. Then he saw him. A man standing in the shadows, dressed in a long black coat. As he stepped forward, the dim club lights illuminated his face. Marcus’ breath caught. "What the fuck…?" His mind raced as he recognized the man. Marvin. Or as the world once knew him—Cassandra’s father. Marcus tried to speak, but Marvin simply shook his head.

They were participants in the Death Game. As Marcus stepped into the dim light of the pen, the heavy gate locking behind him, the men fell silent. They stared at the newcomer. Marcus didn't look terrified. He didn't look broken. He stood tall, his broad shoulders squared, his hands wrapped in faded athletic tape. He looked like a monolith carved out of the dark. A grizzled older man with a jagged scar across his jaw approached the bars of his cage. He looked at Marcus’s taped fists and the heavy, unreadable expression on his face.

When the door clicked shut, Marcus’s eyes locked onto hers. "You saw him too," he said. She nodded. He took a step closer. "Lorenzo." Again, she nodded. Marcus didn’t speak for a long moment. Instead, he walked to the liquor cabinet and poured a glass of whiskey. He didn’t drink it. Just held it, like it might steady his hands. "I should kill him," he said quietly. Raven’s breath caught. "He’s not—" "He is," Marcus interrupted, turning toward her. "He’s not the man you knew anymore. That man died when he walked through the gates today with a gun aimed at my family."

I nodded and walked over to Mason. “That is Alpha Maverick and his sister Scarlet.” I said to him. The name Scarlet tasted like sweet honey on my tongue. It rolled off so smoothly. Just looking at her picture, she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Perfect figure, long dark hair that I could already imagine twisting my fingers through as I pulled her head back exposing her neck to me. Just that had my dick twitching. “That body…” Mason said quietly. He connected the dots. “You can’t kill her!” He whispered to me urgently.

Continuous Torture. “No, i…. I...i don't want to die.” i managed to say, still struggling to catch my breath. “Good, because i only grant death to people who don't want to live anymore.” he said grabbing my neck. “Alpha Marcus, she is here. Ella is here?” I didn't recognize the voice but he immediately let go of his grip on my neck. Any minute longer and i think i would have died.

The thorns aren't sharp or big enough to hurt anyone yet, but they're slick and pointy already. And they all seem to be concentrated at the back cell. Dodging the vines, August and I race to the end of the hallway. Only to find Marcus crouched in his cell, freshly dead and still bleeding, wrapped in the vines from the neck down. Like someone wanted him to be silent... forever.

A face I’d seen in grainy photos from the failed operation, a face I’d been told was lying in a morgue somewhere with two of Dacre’s bullets in it. Marcus. My hired killer. The man I’d hired to kidnap and permanently dispose of Katherine. He was alive. He was sitting right in front of me. A little paler, maybe. A sharp, nasty scar bisected his left eyebrow, a souvenir from whatever had happened that night. But alive. I didn’t even know what to say as I stood there before him in shock. “I’m alive,” he smiled in that voice that I knew too well. It was like seeing a ghost. A very expensive, very dangerous ghost I’d personally hired.

********* Amidst the shadows that envelop the barnhouse, Marco De Luca arrives with an air of authority, determined to extinguish the supposed threat posed by Daren. His steps echo with a lethal rhythm, resonating the impending confrontation. "Where is he?" Marco's voice cuts through the tense silence as he addresses one of his goons, his gaze piercing the room. "He's tied in that corner," Vinny replies, pointing towards an ominous darkness. “Guardia bene," Marco commands, a subtle flick of his fingers. Vinny, a close ally in Marco's trusted circle, stations two tough guys outside the barn, ready to guard against any unexpected trouble.

His body was stiff as he sat next to me in the back seat, his hand tightly holding mine. "To introduce myself properly," Marcus replied. The speakerphone made his voice sound hollow, but the family resemblance in his tone was undeniable. "You see, you just defeated my partner, Vincent Moretti. While I appreciate the irony—since I was already planning to eliminate him myself—I do have some feelings about how things went down." "Vincent isn't dead," I spoke up, leaning closer to the phone. "Not yet." "He will be soon enough," Marcus said smoothly. "And in the meantime, I would like to make you an offer."