Marcus From Deadly Class Novels & Stories

Aveline spoke up stepping on the gas while watching something from the side view mirror. "Who the hell are the cobra's ? " speaking of that, Marco watched Mariana's eyes widen in surprise then she turned around in her seat uncomfortably for a few minutes before looking away. "They are deadliest assassins only sent to kill, I don't understand why they approached us directly cause normally they work in shadows. I mean they could kill us from long distances. Something is not right and they are following us, I need to get off the main road. " Marco grabbed the 9mm gun from Mariana's grip exchanging it with the one he had, he lowered the glass of the window slowly watching as the cars came more c

Marcus then took a deep sighed and put his palms on his face, he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of the air, while trying to erase Ertha's death in his mind. "Fuck this," he whispered as he opened the bottle of the wine and started to drink it. That time he was not aware that Cassandra was watching him with worried eyes. She slowly and silently get out off bed and walked carefully towards Marcus before before she finally get from where Marcus was standing she was stunned by the words he hears.

He gestured his hands in the large hall, grabbing her and immediately turning her around while placing both palms of her arms from behind. "Do you see anyone who resembles Declan?" She rolled her eyes, but saw none. "Perhaps the answer is no, because even I don't see anything like that. Now face me," Marcus said when she didn't move to confront him. She meets his gaze, and she can see Marcus's hesitation in his eyes. "I'm sorry to say it, but Declan was dead, and please don't come with me too soon because I know a lot of people are backstabbing me at this point, especially those two Ackerman."

"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."

Arthemisya died on the spot, coincidentally with the back of a hooded man who ran helter-skelter from the balcony. Everything happened quickly. But one thing is for sure. Earl Zerikyu is the hooded man. He is the key to all these impossible things. "Can I meet him again later?"

*Knox* An anonymous press leak of Marcus's shady military contracts is written on the screen, and everyone watches as Marcus's face and name are called out. Marcus P.A. hurries to the screen and turns it off before letting more people get full details on the accusations. “These people will not stop at anything to ensure they pull me down!” Marcus yells. He doesn't seem too bothered about Dave's death and how much it seems to affect Tessa. “They will never see me down! They will never!”

Their cacophonous mirth echoed through the dimly lit chamber, adding another layer of horror to Bruce's nightmarish predicament. In the midst of this deranged mirth, Bruce's voice emerged—a feeble yet defiant whisper that rose above the chaos. "Then kill me." The room, once engulfed in laughter, fell into an eerie hush. Bruce's plea hung in the air like a haunting specter, confronting the brutality of his tormentors. He had reached a point where death was a preferable escape from the relentless torment that threatened to consume him entirely. Max, ever the malevolent puppeteer, responded to Bruce's plea with another sinister smirk, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee. "Don't worry," he hiss

Marcus replied in a purely British accent. Marcus was Aleksandr's tech guy; he worked in a top cyber security company by day and by night and was Aleksandr's chief surveillance monitor. He had hacked into all the CCTV cameras in and around the city and could find anyone who Aleksandr was looking for, as far as they were in the city, within minutes. “So, what I'm about to show you,” Marcus began after settling into a chair and opening his laptop computer, “is a collection of images from yesterday's surveillance..”

They looked battered, but whole. “Marcus!” Leo’s face was a mask of relief. “You made it.” “Barely,” Marcus grunted, wiping fresh blood from his lip. “The newbies… they didn’t just kill the NPCs. They broke something.” Spark stalked to the roof’s edge, her colorful braids whipping in the acrid wind. “They’re dead, right? They had to be in that blast zone. No way they survived.” “Look at the screen,” Marcus said, his voice hollow.

Marcus slammed his fist onto the desk. The crystal glass shattered. "For eight years..." His voice remained frighteningly calm. "...one old man has embarrassed me." The guard lowered his head. "We'll find him." "No." Marcus walked toward the enormous window. "You'll find the woman." "Tayla?" Marcus nodded. "As long as she keeps searching..." He smiled coldly. "...she remains useful." He turned around. "But once she opens the final file..." His eyes became completely devoid of emotion. "...kill her." --- ### Damian's POV