Marcus Lopez Deadly Class 소설 & 이야기

He zoomed in on Vittoria headfirst and pressed the trigger. No one heard the shot, Markus had used a silencer. The only thing that alerted the mafias of danger was the spray of blood from the Spanish Doña right before her body went limp in her husband’s arms. Lorenzo didn’t have the time to react before he also took a bullet to the heart. The song playing suddenly changed, setting the mood for chaos and confusion. Screams were heard, guns were cocked, daggers were drawn, and after, bloodshed.

"I have no reason to lie to you, cupcake. Because after I'm done talking to you, I'm going to kill you. Yes, it may be slow and painful, but in the end, you will die, and I will relish in your suffering. " "People will look for me; killing me will only lead back to you." I hissed. Leon shook his fat little head, tsking as he stepped closer to me. His face inches from mine. Even with me sitting in a chair, his eyes just met mine. "No one will even care to look for you once I'm done, cupcake. We've been at this a long time. Making you disappear is about as easy as making a cake, just a few ingredients and some icing, and no one would know it came from nothing. No one will look because no one w

Raven said the moment the elevator doors slid open. I frowned. “What is it?” He turned his tablet to face me. The headline read: ‘M Signature Again—Four Found Dead Last Night with the M Boldly Carved on Their Foreheads.’ I felt the rage coil tight in my gut. My fists clenched so hard my nails dug into my palms. What the fuck is going on? “Where’s Luciano?” I barked. “I just checked on him a few minutes ago. He’s still in the dungeon,” Raven replied.

"I'm done fighting." Marcus joined us. Then Rafe. What was left of the original Iron Serpents. Four of us. Out of twenty. "Leo?" Marcus asked. "Dead," Axel said. "Rookie killed him trying to escape." Marcus's jaw clenched. "At least Rookie paid for it." "Marco shot him. Execution style." "Good." We stood together. The four of us who'd survived. Watching our past burn. "What now?" Rafe asked. "Hospital," Marco said. "You two look like hell. Need medical attention."

"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.

“You don’t speak her name.” Selena didn’t flinch. She watched with cold detachment, though deep down, part of her recoiled at the raw fury in Dante. Marco struggled, clawing at Dante’s grip. “You can kill me, but Lorenzo is already stronger. He’ll take everything from you. He’ll take her from you. And when he does—” The crack of Dante’s blade silenced him mid-sentence. Blood splattered the wall, warm and metallic in the air. Marco’s body crumpled, lifeless, to the ground.

"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.