Romans & histoires Marcus Lopez Deadly Class

Weapons quietly emerged from holsters. Marco's men immediately mirrored them. Within seconds, the study became a powder keg. One wrong move, and everyone inside would die. Luca sighed. Almost disappointed. "I was hoping you'd be smarter than this." Marco didn't blink. "I don't betray my Don." "No." Luca replied calmly. "You simply refuse to accept reality." He walked back toward the desk. Picked up his whisky. Took another slow sip. Then spoke without looking at Marco. "Lorenzo lost."

“I have no reason to do such a thing. You have hundreds of allies, but they are incredibly unloyal and will defect to me when they learn that their leader has been killed. Your time is up, Amadeus. I don’t want to do this, but you have forced my hand. Any last words before I send you on a long journey?” “No,” Amadeus defiantly replied. He then closed his eyes tightly and awaited his fate. “Well, then, vfalon zenipithernomos! Goodbye forever!” Marcus yelled before stabbing his enemy’s chest and penetrating his most vital organ. Amadeus stopped breathing and fell into an eternal sleep. The man with the crimson cloak reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote-like object. He pulled a pin o

They were sentenced to ten years in prison, and their business went bust. Our mother was a headstrong woman. When she was told of her punishment, the woman blacked out. Her mind was never the same since then. … After the Landtons took Melanie back, she was trapped in a villa on the outskirts. Three months of torture later, the demon named Jonathan ended her life. The Landtons told everyone she died of illness and buried her somewhere haphazardly. The body was found by a janitor who cleaned the place every month. The whole villa was covered in a foul stench, but Jonathan carried on with his life like the smell did not exist. It was something straight out of a horror movie.

Marco hissed sarcastically. The man realized that Leo's game was just a trap. If his guess is correct, then Caterina will know that he killed Dante. However, if he was wrong, Leo would definitely kill him. Marco glared when he saw Leo tug at the corners of his lips sarcastically.

The temperature in the bunker seemed to drop to absolute zero. I stared at the screen, my jaw clenching until my teeth ached. Marcus had been with Thorne Industries for ten years. He was a man I had trusted, a man I had given millions in stock options. And he had sold my life to Victoria Vance for a percentage of a dying syndicate. "He is dead," I growled, the raw, savage dominance of my bloodline taking over.

He raised his head and spat out, “You made me remember some unpleasant events. The Lopez family really should die!” Immediately, he lifted his leg and stomped it forcefully on Marco’s chest! Crack! All his ribs were broken! The Fusha people watched helplessly as Marco’s head fell to one side and he took his last breath. They exploded in rage! “You barbarians! This is Marco Lopez, the second son of the Lopez family!” “Hurry up and inform the Lopez family!” Panic! These Fusha men and women were both angry and scared at this moment! This person was too terrible, and his methods were too ruthless!

Alright" I muttered Rex phone rang immediately and he pulled it out from his pant pocket placing it, in his ear "Yes" "What!!!!!" Rex screamed pulling the phone out of his ears "What happened?" I ask standing up "One of our men, whom I assigned to follow Marcus Madrid today, was found dead" "Damn" I growl kicking the glass table and it rolled and shattered on the good "Nick, the question should be…." "Who the hell is Marcus Madrid?" *guys the real game is about to began*

Lawrence's Pov The moment Marcus called and told me what happened at the gala, I knew things had changed, Seraphina and Damien weren't just planning Aurora's death anymore. They were actively trying to make it happen. That made them desperate and dangerous. I'd spent the night coordinating security around Aurora's house and reviewing footage from the gala. The enforcer Marcus had fought with was a professional named Viktor Kozlov. He specialized in making deaths look like accidents, and he'd worked for several organized crime families before going independent.

They looked battered, but whole. “Marcus!” Leo’s face was a mask of relief. “You made it.” “Barely,” Marcus grunted, wiping fresh blood from his lip. “The newbies… they didn’t just kill the NPCs. They broke something.” Spark stalked to the roof’s edge, her colorful braids whipping in the acrid wind. “They’re dead, right? They had to be in that blast zone. No way they survived.” “Look at the screen,” Marcus said, his voice hollow.

“I can’t pick everything up… I can’t hear any words… but it’s bad.” “We should call the police.” His lips turn down. “The police would be no good against whoever is attacking.” I make a noise of disbelief. “Why not?” And who would attack the school anyway? Some deranged ex-student? A terrorist? “Because,” Alec says, “they’re using magic.” I stare at him, and he returns the look. “In case you still don’t believe everything you’ve learned,” he says, “this is a really good time to get on board.”