Marcus Lopez Deadly Class Novels & Stories

“My men will turn you and your boy into Swiss cheese before your shell casing even hits the floor.” Marco paused, widening his grin into a dramatic, grimacing smile as he stared at the Don. “Oh, I beg your pardon. I forgot to give you the news. Your loyal capo, Luca...” He stretched out the silence, delivering the final blow with pure malice. “He died helplessly by my men's hands. Because you chose to come here and leave him alone out there to die.”

Anthony collapsed to the ground with a painful yell. "Well done my boy!" He appreciated his son before starting to kick Anthony to death. ~~~~~~~~~ Present Amaira's POV When I heard the door click, my head snapped up. Dominic walked into the room unexpectedly. He was going to yell at me when his ear picked up the voice from the video and his gaze was drawn to the laptop screen. What was playing on the laptop screen caught him off guard. Of course, he didn't expect me to be detecting under his nose and revealing his reality in this manner.

You could hear the drip of the kitchen faucet. Lorenzo stepped inside. He let the beautiful roses fall to the dirty floor without a second look. He walked past the men with guns like they were part of the decor, his eyes never, ever leaving Louis’s face. He stopped right in front of them. Marco’s grip on Louis’s shirt tightened, but he was trembling. Lorenzo reached out. He didn’t hit Marco. He just closed his large, elegant hand around Marco’s thick wrist. Then, with a terrifying, effortless strength, he peeled Marco’s fingers away, one by one, until Louis slumped free.

Lorenzo is having the time of his life shooting and killing. After tonight no drugged out rogues will be left alive.

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!

Micardo was waiting for that precise reaction. I was too late. Micardo, agile despite his size, stopped his roll, turned, and fired from a sidearm concealed in his coat. Marcus went down. “Marcus!” I scrambled forward, dropping my own weapon for a second, hooking my hands under his collar and dragging his dead weight back toward the safety of the pillar. Blood immediately began to seep through the dark fabric of his trouser leg, staining the gravel. “I’m fine,” Marcus gritted out, his face pale with pain, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. “Just hurts like a bitch, Lorenzo.”

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*

He was running, that bastard, and though every instinct in me wanted to chase him down and end him, I couldn't ignore the threat still present in the form of the Blue Moon pack wolf. I turned, preparing for another fight, when I heard the commotion from the far side of the battlefield. My eyes darted to Marcus, his Alpha, locked in a vicious struggle with Zane, my Alpha. My heart stuttered in my chest as Marcus's wolf crumpled to the ground, and with one final, deadly motion, Landon tore his throat out. Marcus's lifeless body shifted back into its human form, his face slack, eyes wide with shock even in death.

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.