Marcus From Deadly Class Novels & Stories

Luca held Grace. Derek held Hope. Derek Jr. slept. We were a family. The four of us. And the children. The painting watched. The doorbell rang. Luca answered. A man stood there. Tall. Dark hair. No scar. He said his name was Marcus. But Marcus was dead. He smiled. He said he was the real Marcus. The one who had died was his twin. He said he had come to take what was his. Hope. He pulled out a knife.

“Don’t tell the other Elders. They’re such sissies that they may decide to cancel the Council meeting. We need to get all those members here so I can tell one way or another if the rumours of this war are true.” That, Marcus believed. His father had a way of sniffing out lies—his one true gift, and the reason Marcus had never lied to him before. He hadn’t been caught already because Alessandro had been distracted. Marcello DeLuca, the most loyal vampire to ever walk the earth. The perfect soldier. What a joke that was, now. Alessandro sighed, surveying the destruction. “I need someone to clean this up.”

From a number he'd never seen. *Your father lied about one thing. The sun isn't dying. But something else is coming. Something worse. And only Hope can stop it. Find me. Before they find you. -Marcus* Marcus. Their brother. The one they'd killed. The one who couldn't be killed. He was alive. And he knew something nobody else did. The game wasn't over. It was just beginning.

“Just let him stand next to you and breathe menacingly while crossing his arms.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed. It slipped out of me, a small, reluctant sound that tasted like exhaustion and sadness. “Where am I supposed to find someone like that? You think they sell those on I*******m now?” “Funny you should ask,” she said, her grin growing wicked. “Marcus has this friend. He’s single. Works private security. Ex-military or something like that. Quiet, serious, very tall, very built. The kind of man you look at and think, yeah, he’s definitely carried bodies before.”

--------------------- VENOM EMPIRE That's where Marcus lives, alone to avoid suspicious eyes. He just returned home from the club with a girl by his side. Yeah, he's a typical playboy, fucking around however he wants and getting any woman with a snap of his fingers due to his handsome face and perfect body with the money he's flowing in. Marcus and the girl walk into the guest room and, before the girl even realizes it, he's already buried himself inside her, banging her like there's no tomorrow.

"Carmen. What's this about?" Carmen cleared her throat. "I've been meaning to ask, I haven't been seeing Marco anywhere. Did he go on a private assignment?" Mason shook his head. "It seems you didn't hear. Marco is dead." Carmen's jaw dropped. "What?" Mason nodded. "He's dead. He was a snitch, so we killed him off. That's what we do to betrayals." Carmen blinked, completely shocked by the news. "So...so what's next?"

He dragged me past the ruined piano, weaving through the fallen debris toward the main doors. Across the room, Marcus scrambled out from behind the catering bar. He staggered toward the grand exterior exit, his suit torn, blood dripping down his face, and his eyes wide with desperate rage. In his right hand, he clutched a heavy, black secondary detonator, his fingers trembling over the controls. "If I can't have the empire, no one will!" Marcus screamed, his voice cracking with madness as he slammed his thumb down on the red switch.

"If I’m going to apologize properly, then she should go first because she accused me first." Delia gasped. "No, I never accused her. She’s just been following old men around these days, and she had the guts to meet up with one right here in front of your company." She moved in closer, lowering her voice. "And Cassius, don’t trust her. She looks suspicious. Just send her away already." I turned to Crystal, my expression unreadable. "Crystal, is that…" Before I could finish, Marcus entered the scene, looking urgent. "Boss…" he called, striding over to me. "Mr. Apex wants to set up another meeting in ten minutes."

I turn my head to get a better look, and a dart whizzes through the air, narrowly missing my face. “Alec!” I point to the wall, where a small dart is stuck. He glances up, and another dart whizzes by. “They have a sniper. Get back.” He pushes me down and then he’s gone, around the corner with lightning speed. There’s a shout and then a sickening crunch. I hear metal breaking and Alec emerges from around the corner, pieces of something metal in his hands. It takes me a second, but then I realize it’s a gun. Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces.

“Marcus… it is you.” Marcus looked at him, his face twisting into a bitter smile. “Yes, it’s me. I wanted to ruin you.” Declan stared at him in shock. The police burst into the room and took over from the security guards. “You’re under arrest,” one officer said as they cuffed Marcus. “For attempted murder.” As they dragged Marcus away, he looked back at Declan one last time. Declan stood there, stunned, staring at the empty doorway. Octavia was still unconscious on the bed, unaware of everything that had just happened.