Marcus Law Cock Novels & Stories

A low, thunderous growl. Marcus.

Bena asked, squinting to read the gold foil. "The only great lawyer I can get for free," Noah said, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his lips. "Marcus was a client of mine at Black Halo a year ago. He got into a mess; a career-ending mess that would have also ruined his family. I helped him out and he told me if I ever needed a favor, I should call." "Then call him!" Noah held out his hand. “Let me have your phone.” He dialed the number on the card. It rang twice before a deep, rasp voice answered, a voice that sounded like it lived on expensive cigars and winning closing arguments

Chapter 176 Marcus D****e was popularly known as “the beast" in the prison. And unlike Xavier, he had become heftier and much more muscular. Because of his heavy build and unkempt look, he earned himself the name. One could not even believe that such a man was once a very successful and influential business man just a few years back. Everything and everyone annoyed him, but the one person he still wished to kill everyday was Xavier, and currently, he could see him walk into the dining hall looking left and right quickly with caution and Marcus smiled.

"No, no, it's not all me, there are some other media. Making money, you know, sometimes you have to do things against your conscience." Blake guiltily offers me a cup of coffee. I squinted like Antoninus and said coldly, "Tell me, what did Marcus do for you?" "Marcus? No, no, this has nothing to do with him." Blake took a sip from his coffee cup and said proudly, "Marcus is just a crazy careerist, an upstart. It is said that he was only a small-town dentist before he became rich!" "This one is different. He's the real deal."

Rebecca said get up hoping to give him a bit of intimidation, but Leonard smiled all the more. "Don't get ahead of yourself McKnight, I gave you the job and I can so easily take it back." Leonard got up from his chair fixing his collar , he looked at her with a frown. "Hotel Noir is mine, and would always be mine no Matter how low you stoop to get it.". Rebecca was shocked and offended by his statement, she contemplated her next comeback statement but he was already walking away. "We aren't done talking Mr Black". She said to his retreating figure.

She barely had time to make herself look decent before six o’clock. Outside, Blake Roberts was getting into his pickup truck when he saw Marcus’s Ferrari 458 Spider glide down the driveway. “Shit!” he muttered. He wondered if Marcus was slumming today since he wasn’t in one of his more expensive cars. Marcus loved going fast: fast cars, fast planes, and fast women, because he never stayed with one for long. Blake didn’t think Marcus was a snob. Sure, he liked fancy things and moving fast, but Blake kind of understood. Marcus secretly worked for the government while managing the Roberts’ global businesses. He traveled all over the world, but sometimes he got himself into situations that were

Against the back of the wall stood a huge choir. Suddenly, a young man, maybe 20, with long, flowing black hair, dressed in a tux, strutted proudly onto the stage. He cut right through the aisle of performers, heading for the center. As he did, the entire audience rose to its feet and applauded. “Who’s he?” I asked. He reached the center and bowed repeatedly, smiling. Even from up here, I could see that he was startlingly attractive. “Sergei Rakov,” Jonah answered. “He’s one of the best vocalists in the world.”

Just the line of his shoulders and the title: COLE INDUSTRIES: THE EMPIRE THAT DOESN'T APOLOGIZE. She looked at it for maybe half a second too long. "That one's three years old," Marcus said, without looking back, like he'd seen her pause. "He hated it." "The article?" "The photo. He said it looked theatrical." A beat. "It was a little theatrical."

Small and involuntary and immediately suppressed. The way she'd said you could have gotten into the bed like it was a simple practical observation and not the most direct thing she had said to him in three months. His jaw tightened. The elevator opened. Marcus was at the car, his face arranged in the blankness of a man paid not to notice things. Damien got in. The city moved past the glass grey and indifferent. He picked up his phone. Find everything on Raymond Coker, he sent to his head of security. Past, present and future. Everyone he's spoken to. Everywhere he's been.

Marcus stopped him with a gaze when he was about to say something. Fredric stuck his tongue out and retreated to the side. Looking at the two love birds in front of him, he just wanted to laugh but knew he could not do that. In the end, he could only clear his throat twice. Cordelia snapped back to reality and pulled herself away from Marcus. Turning around to look at Fredric, she asked, “He is…” “He’s Mr. Constable I told you about. He’s a lawyer,” replied Marcus. “He specializes in providing legal assistance to inmates in prisons.”