Marcus Lopez Deadly Class Novels & Stories

Wanting to see to the extent that the girl's eyes could endure the temptation of showing her darrel's grave, although Bella would never have been able to meet him even if only by a mountain of dirt. Yes, Marco was indeed a ruthless man with no compassion at all. It is evident with the body of an AD darrel that vanished even without a trace from the earth, after obliterating the darrel. Marco told pablo to take the man's body to his pets, he innoculously told pablo to throw the bloody corpse into the pit where the lions were waiting for their rations.

Marco's Pov After I shot Alejandro, I ran back because I had already lost a lot of blood and standing there as an idiot would just get me killed, nothing else. I wasn't just going to die like that. If I'm going to die, it better be epic like the death that El Macho has in Despicable me 2. Probably not that epic too, riding on a shark, strapped dynamite, jumping into an active volcano great but somewhere along the same line hopefully.

Luca held Grace. Derek held Hope. Derek Jr. slept. We were a family. The four of us. And the children. The painting watched. The doorbell rang. Luca answered. A man stood there. Tall. Dark hair. No scar. He said his name was Marcus. But Marcus was dead. He smiled. He said he was the real Marcus. The one who had died was his twin. He said he had come to take what was his. Hope. He pulled out a knife.

Liora said, sliding into the car. Mavric laughed and pulled her into a sudden, firm embrace. "You're amazing," he whispered against her hair. "You didn't just find a mine. You broke the most powerful cartel in the industry." Liora leaned against him, her adrenaline finally starting to cool. "It’s just the beginning, Mavric." "Marcus is going to be desperate now. And a desperate man is a dangerous man." "He’s already reaching out to 'The Big Bad'," Mavric noted, his voice turning serious.

“I did.” “You don’t know what you’re tampering with,” he said, leaning back. “The people I’ve worked with, they’ll bury you alive without a trace” he said threatening. “We’re not afraid of your shadows anymore,” Marco said, stepping forward, eyes sharp. “You built your empire on lies. And now it’s crumbling.” Victor’s wild gaze locked onto him. “You! You’re supposed to be dead.” Marco mocked a laugh. “I get that a lot,” he replied with a bitter smirk. “Guess the afterlife has a return policy.”

They smelled like violence and death. Leo smirked at the scene before him. “Hope we didn’t interrupt your little heart-to-heart discussion, cara.” His voice was smooth and mocking and my fingers itched for the gun tucked at my waist. He noticed. Of course, he fucking noticed. His smirk widened. “Relax, sweetheart. If I wanted you dead, I would’ve sent flowers to your funeral by now.” I clenched my jaw. “Who did you kill this time?” He shrugged, tossing his bloodied jacket onto the couch. “Romano, The pretentious bastard had it coming.”

Zoro, a big man, sat on the couch and slapped Luis around. Though Zoro was trained in fighting, he kept up with appearances when he took the job as the general manager at Bronze Sparrow. He would be the perfect gentleman to the public. Now, his face was twisted in rage. He did not want to show his true colors, but Luis asked for it. Luis had the nerve to kill Joel at Drake Gym, a territory of the Viper’s Den South River Branch. Things were bad. The Riverbank underworld and cops were on the hunt for Luis.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

There's no way I'm ever leaving with him again while he's angry. “I’m sick in the head, Keila,” Sebastian claims. It's the kind of tone that doesn't hold a single hint of disguise. A voice of despair. A voice of agony. It's not the same tone I used to hear every time he promises not to hurt me again, but a sincere despair. “I’m mentally unstable. Crazy…insane…demented. I'm sick in the head, Keila. I'm clinically diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. My whole family knows that, including Jordan. A sociopath you might want to call.”

He stalked into the warehouse where Javier and the others waited, blowing smoke from his fat cigar. Marco was strapped to a chair in the centre of the room. His face was bruised, and his head hung, he was so motionless that Eros thought he was already dead. There was a deep cut on his temple where a lone blood trekked down to his cheek, his lips were swollen, and one of his eyes was closed. Eros smirked approvingly. His men have done an excellent job, but as Lucifer reincarnated, he was there to finish it. The men stood around silently, waiting for his merciless instruction. The set of men that work at the warehouse are the brutal ones that only understand the word ‘kill’ They relish in kill