Marcus From Deadly Class Novels & Stories

Or someone in their network who knew Marcus was helping Anna track them down. Anna felt rage building in her chest. Hot and consuming. They had killed Marcus. Shot him in an alley like he was nothing. She grabbed the other burner phone and called Nicolas back. "What happened? You hung up suddenly—" "Marcus is dead. Shot tonight in the industrial district." Anna's voice was shaking with anger. "James's people killed him." Nicolas swore. "Are you certain it was James?" "Who else would it be? Marcus was helping us track James's operations. And now he is dead." Anna paced again. "They are cleaning up loose ends. Getting rid of anyone who might expose them."

Marcus whispered, “I’m sorry.” He pulled something from his pocket. A small tracking device. He pressed it against Richard’s chest. Then he dragged him toward a hidden door. My eyes widened. “He didn’t kill him.” Victor shook his head. “No.” Marcus looked toward the camera. “I never intended to.” The recording suddenly changed. Richard was lying inside the original chamber. Blood covered his shirt. Marcus stood over him. “You have to understand,” Marcus said. “They told me if I didn’t stop you, they’d kill Lucien.”

Marcus broke out in a fit of cough. "Ungrateful? Is that what you say? I carried out all your fucking dirty deeds only for you to cast me aside when it suited you!" "Derek please, you can't do this to us because of that bitch sister of mine, she never deserved you, you wo..." "Shut up!! You are not fit to utter her name! None of you!" A bullet fired and Phoebe screamed. A bullet hole was created in Marcus' forehead as blood trickled slowly. He was dead.

Your family. My stomach dropped. Which one? Marcus’s eyes moved toward the estate. All of them. Then a gunshot exploded. Marcus jerked backward. I screamed. Adrian pulled me down. Another shot struck the stone wall. Security rushed forward. Marcus lay on the ground. Blood spread across his coat. Adrian crawled toward him. Stay with me. Marcus grabbed his jacket. The blue key. Elena has to find— His hand went limp. I stared at him. Adrian checked his pulse. Nothing. My chest tightened. Marcus was dead.

My head stayed lowered as I wiped my face desperately. Then suddenly— Bam. I crashed into something hard. A strong arm instantly wrapped around my waist before I could hit the ground. My breath caught sharply. Warm fingers tightened against my side. Slowly, I lifted my tear-filled eyes and froze. Alpha Xander Marco stared down at me. The most feared Alpha in the entire world. The monster who erased entire packs with out mercy. The same Lucian feared more than death itself. His dark eyes locked onto mine with dangerous intensity while his grip on my waist slowly tightened.

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."

The warning hit the room again. My mother. Again. Always one move ahead even in death. I turned sharply toward Alexander. He did not flinch. But before any answer formed, a second gun clicked behind us. Very close. Inside the hallway. And Marcus’s voice, trembling but deadly, said: “No one moves until somebody explains why Clara died protecting the wrong daughter.”

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."