Marcus From Deadly Class Novels & Stories

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!”

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..”

"I wondered how long it would take." Luca descended the steps slowly. "You've already lost." Marcus smiled. "Have I?" "You've turned Damian into your enemy." "You've turned me into your enemy." "And now Tayla knows enough to destroy you." Marcus chuckled. "No." He took a sip from the glass of whiskey in his hand. "She knows just enough to get herself killed." --- Without warning, Marcus raised a finger. One of his men aimed a rifle directly at the upstairs window. Noah's bedroom. Luca's eyes widened.

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.”