Marcus Law Cock Novels & Stories

"She's not joining us in there?" "No." We walked into the study together. Veronica knew one of the attorneys by name, Mr. Adams. He was the one to whom I'd sent the annulment paperwork. He introduced the other two, and we sat down. "I've arranged for a criminal attorney for Marcus," Adams said. "I'll go see him myself later today, after the bail hearing. "Will he be released until the trial?" "It's unlikely, Veronica." The room fell silent until Adams cleared his throat. He spoke briefly about the charges Marcus would be facing but focused more on winery business.

Marcellus scoffed in scorn, "You should have told me I was to come face persecution. Things I did was for no reason, a vampire failed to recognize an elder, not just any, lord of Ocean City and you tell me to let him live? According to the laws of our kind a lord is legally allowed to mete out any form of punishment he deems fit. That wasn't just an insult to me but it was also to my name and family and to the position I uphold amongst other kindred." "That does not justify your actions to kill him. There were other means of punishment, death was you going too far. Lucius was the son of lord Marcus of Lancaster and he seeks retribution." A chubby vampire with bald head spoke, Marcellus alway

Micardo was waiting for that precise reaction. I was too late. Micardo, agile despite his size, stopped his roll, turned, and fired from a sidearm concealed in his coat. Marcus went down. “Marcus!” I scrambled forward, dropping my own weapon for a second, hooking my hands under his collar and dragging his dead weight back toward the safety of the pillar. Blood immediately began to seep through the dark fabric of his trouser leg, staining the gravel. “I’m fine,” Marcus gritted out, his face pale with pain, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. “Just hurts like a bitch, Lorenzo.”

“Don’t say no.” I didn’t. Marcus Cole was handsome in the easy way of men who had always been handsome and knew it without being ruined by it. He laughed at the right moments. He didn’t push. He was, by every measurable standard, an ideal client. I gave him Pinky controlled, deliberate, full performance. He leaned back in his chair and smiled like a man having a genuinely good evening. Somewhere beyond the VIP corridor, Adrian was sitting at a bar watching the floor. I focused.

"Mr. Chen, your attorney has indicated you wish to make a statement before we proceed." Marcus's lawyer—a shark in a thousand-dollar suit named Richard Blackwood—stood smoothly. "Your Honor, my client maintains his innocence and believes these charges are part of a conspiracy orchestrated by Ms. Reeves, who stands to gain financially from my client's downfall." Maya felt Ethan tense beside her, but she kept her gaze locked on the judge. They'd prepared for this. Caroline had warned her that Marcus would try to paint her as the villain—a woman scorned, an opportunist, someone using her grandmother's death for personal gain.

Anybody could have walked by during normal hours and seen everything. Marcus reached under me and started jerking my cock. His strokes were rough. “Look at you dripping all over the mat already. Such a greedy little thing for Coach.” He sounded pissed at himself for enjoying it. “My brother would beat my ass if he knew I was buried balls deep in you right now.”

I documented every transaction and theft. ‎ ‎And I discovered something beautiful, Marcus was an idiot. ‎ ‎He'd been so confident that I was dead, so assured that nobody would question his narrative, that he'd gotten sloppy. He'd left a trail of fraud that was almost laughable. He'd stolen from clients. He'd embezzled from the business. He'd hidden money in accounts with with stupid names. "BeachHouseFund." "VictoriasBitches." He might as well have labeled them "Illegal Money."

"I believe you. But what matters is what we can prove in court. Do you have witnesses who were present when Marcus signed this?" "I don't know. I wasn't there. He had it drawn up weeks ago." "Then we need to find out who witnessed it. Who notarized it. Who can testify Marcus was competent and acting of his own free will." He pulls out a legal pad and starts writing. "We also need medical experts willing to testify that mini-strokes don't necessarily indicate incompetence. That Marcus could have had strokes and still been capable of making sound decisions. Do you know his primary physician?" "Dr. Reynolds. He's been Marcus's doctor for twenty years."

Marcus let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah… because that worked so well for everyone so far.” Daniel ignored him and opened the door. Three police officers stood outside, rain still clinging to their uniforms. Behind them— A senior investigator stepped forward holding a sealed warrant. “Marcus Mensah,” he said firmly, “you are under arrest for unauthorized access to a secured financial institution system, obstruction of evidence, and suspected involvement in multiple related deaths.” The hallway went silent. Marcus stepped forward slowly. “You’re joking.” The officer didn’t flinch.

BANG! Two precise shots—straight to the head. The attackers dropped, lifeless. Marcus gasped for air, his vision blurry from the blood loss. Then he saw him. A man standing in the shadows, dressed in a long black coat. As he stepped forward, the dim club lights illuminated his face. Marcus’ breath caught. "What the fuck…?" His mind raced as he recognized the man. Marvin. Or as the world once knew him—Cassandra’s father. Marcus tried to speak, but Marvin simply shook his head.