Marcus Lopez Deadly Class Novels & Stories

"Lorenzo will skin you alive. You know what he does to traitors." "Lorenzo is a ghost," Marco sneered, his finger tightening on the trigger. "He just doesn't know he’s dead yet. And the boy? He’s a bastard with a hero complex. The Rossis pay in gold, not in 'loyalty'." The silenced thud of a gunshot echoed in the narrow corridor.

"The false Luna is nothing. A weak orphan playing with powers she does not understand." "Wrong." Drake's laugh was wet, pained, but triumphant. "She is rebirth itself. Death could not hold her. Your manipulation could not break her. And when she fully awakens..." He coughed more blood. "You will all burn." "Then I will kill her before she awakens." Marcus raised his hand, dark magic forming into a spear aimed directly at my heart. "Goodbye, false Luna." The spear launched toward me with lethal speed. Time seemed to slow. Zack moved to intercept, but he was too far away. Ria screamed. Marcus smiled in victory.

he shoots me a wicked smirk and leaves towards the basement door at the end of the corridor. "We need to be ready for what ever they will bring with them, I wouldn't put it past Marquez to pull up old plans for the property and use the tunnels to their advantage" I tell the head of security. "The Lopez boys are known for using inferred night gear and attacking in the dark, make sure all your men are set up with everything they need for such an attack" he says yes boss like a good little pet and takes his leave to get his teams into place.

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?”

“You have to outrun it. If it catches you, let’s just say... it won’t be pretty. The shadow can cause serious physical damage—broken bones, deep gashes... Death. You get the idea.” Zara blinked. “You’re saying we could get hurt... badly? Or die?” Darius nodded, his grin widening. “Oh, yes. This isn’t some little obstacle course. If you mess up, you pay the price.” Esmeralda shot him a furious glare. “You’re insane! We could get seriously injured!” Darius shrugged. “ The Lunar Games are about survival, not comfort.” I felt my stomach tighten. “What happens if we make it out?” I asked, my voice quieter than usual.

He turned his gaze towards Max, and it was as if he carried the secrets of the world within his eyes, a knowledge that transcended their shared past. ** In the shadowy underworld of the city, Francisco was a name that sent shivers down spines. As the leader of the gangsters, he ruled with an iron fist, his reputation preceding him wherever he went. He was ruthless, callous, and unapologetic in his pursuit of power and control. Killing, drug dealing, property jacking, money heists, and drug supply were all part of his dark repertoire. Francisco's reach extended even to the corridors of power, where he subtly manipulated the government to serve his interests.

The remaining two escorted the vehicle on sports bikes, resembling a sinister convoy. Once again, Marco De Luca had identified a prey for his henchmen to prey upon, and Daren found himself unfortunate to be in such a perilous position. In New York, no one would willingly step into Daren's shoes. ************** Marco still entertaining the stripper who leads him into a more private area of the club. Guided by her, Marco ends up in a room separated by a see-through curtain. With her right hand over his heart, she reads his pulse, giving him a gentle push onto a chair. Taking her place on his lap, she grinds her thighs on his hard on groin.

The experience of being kept in the dark was something I found deeply unpleasant. Hours Later Valerie unearthed an ancient security video that appeared both grainy and distorted yet remained sufficiently clear. The corner timestamp displayed a date ten days prior to the janitor’s murder. Sophia stepped out of the club and appeared on the screen yet she had company. Sophia’s mother was with her.

“Don’t tell the other Elders. They’re such sissies that they may decide to cancel the Council meeting. We need to get all those members here so I can tell one way or another if the rumours of this war are true.” That, Marcus believed. His father had a way of sniffing out lies—his one true gift, and the reason Marcus had never lied to him before. He hadn’t been caught already because Alessandro had been distracted. Marcello DeLuca, the most loyal vampire to ever walk the earth. The perfect soldier. What a joke that was, now. Alessandro sighed, surveying the destruction. “I need someone to clean this up.”

Lena stared at the words. Her heart pounded wildly. “…Aftergame?” someone whispered. “What kind of sick joke is this?” another voice snapped. The screen flickered. More words appeared. STATUS: DECEASED A gasp spread across the crowd. Lena’s chest tightened painfully. “No…” she whispered. “No… that’s not—” ALL PARTICIPANTS HAVE DIED Her legs weakened slightly. Her breathing grew shallow. “I… died…” she whispered. Her voice barely sounded like hers. NEW OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE