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."

Avery called out in surprise, not expecting to suddenly hear his voice. "Where are you Avery? What's going on?" He asked her. She hiccuped, trying to stop her tears; "We were on our way back from the hospital when... when... Marcus, he's dead! Hector's dead!" She screamed in fear through Mindlink. Marcus felt conniption gripped him. The worst he feared had already happened. One of his best warriors his dead and Avery is still out there alone without anyone to care for her. He shouldn't be here. He should do something, immediately!

Some middle-aged guy broke into a woman's apartment in the middle of the night, tortured her to death, and then dove off the thirteenth-floor balcony. It was nasty enough to have the whole office buzzing. By dinner time, the police released the names: Julian and Lily. I raised an eyebrow. Nice. Supposed they finally got their 'happily ever after.'

The temperature in the bunker seemed to drop to absolute zero. I stared at the screen, my jaw clenching until my teeth ached. Marcus had been with Thorne Industries for ten years. He was a man I had trusted, a man I had given millions in stock options. And he had sold my life to Victoria Vance for a percentage of a dying syndicate. "He is dead," I growled, the raw, savage dominance of my bloodline taking over.

It was only making me angry, and anger was easier to deal with than fear. Before Malik could respond, Darius’s phone rang. He answered immediately, but within seconds his expression changed. Whatever he heard made his jaw tighten. Malik noticed too. “What?” Darius lowered the phone slowly. “We found Marcus.” The name sent a ripple of tension through the group. Marcus. The man whose weapon had been connected to Reed’s murder. The man who had worked for Malik for twelve years. The suspected traitor. “Where?” Malik asked. “Warehouse District.”

"He's dead, my lord. Someone got to him in the dungeons." Ice flooded my veins. Kai's expression turned deadly. He stood. Grabbed clothes. "Stay here," he ordered. "Lock the door. Don't let anyone in." "Kai, wait..." But he was already gone. I sat there in the tangled sheets. My body still humming. My mind is racing. Marcus was dead. Someone had killed him before he could talk. Before he could tell us who else was working for The Purity Order. A piece of paper slid under the door.

I couldn't—i just couldn't do that to her. Then the phone rang. Marco's name flashed across the screen. I swiped to answer. “This better be important.” “Boss.” Marco's voice was tight. “We have a problem. Marcus is dead.” I stilled. “What?” “Our men found him in an alley near the docks. Two bullets to the back of the head. It was a clean job.” My fingers tightened around the phone. Marcus—the weasel who'd been snapping photos of Lena for Evelyn. “When did you find out?”

Just tactical gear and dead eyes, nothing like the boy Cedric once loved from across a high school cafeteria. “Hello, Cedric,” Marcus said softly. “Surprise. I’m not the good guy either.” He fired once. The shot hit Dante in the shoulder, non-lethal, but enough to drop him to one knee with a grunt. Then Marcus turned the gun on falcone. “You took everything from me,” Marcus said, voice hollow. “My father’s reputation. My career. My partner. And now…” He glanced at Cedric, eyes burning with something broken and terrifying.

Kael pulled out his phone. --- The café was still closed, but Marcus was already waiting when Serena stepped inside. His face lit up the moment he saw her—soft, warm, and entirely hers, just like He remembered before everything shattered. “Serena,” he whispered. Her lips parted, emotions tangled in her throat. “You bought this place?” He didn’t answer right away. “Sit,” he said gently. “Please.” She did. For a moment, neither spoke. Then Marcus leaned forward, voice low and firm. “Lucian Devlin isn’t the man you think he is. He’s not just controlling. He’s dangerous. And he’s tied to things far darker than you know.”