Marcus Lopez Deadly Class Novels & Stories

ANDREA The guys move with sharp precision, their usual relaxed energy replaced by something focused and intense. The garage echoes with the sounds of zippers, the metallic clicks of guns being checked and holstered. Logan and Austin pull weapons from hidden compartments in the wall with practiced efficiency. I swallow hard. I knew they were involved in dangerous work, but seeing it up close is different.

Jose Luis countered, as he clung to the slim hope that would spare him from further consequences. As Efrain prepared to replied to Jose Luis's plea, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted him. Ignacio's voice rang out, filled with alarm. "Marissa, what are you doing here?" Efrain shifted his gaze to Marissa, concern etched across his features, just as Jose Luis seized the opportunity to act. With a sudden movement, he fired his gun, hitting Efrain in the leg and lower stomach. In a swift response, Marcus aimed and fired, hitting Jose Luis's hand that held the gun. Losing his balance, Jose Luis stumbled backward, plummeting off the building with a deafening crash as he hit the ground

“Class four doesn’t pay much. It's usually non-life- threatening like watching over a sick rich guy or chasing off paparazzi. Easy work.” Marcus smirked. “Usually, yes, Leah. But this time's different.” “How?” the man asked. “Because this time you're not just going to protect,” Marcus answered, his smile growing darker. “You're going to kill.”

It's a sight that sends a chill down my spine, one that I never expected to witness. The scene changes, and a reporter's voice fills the room, delivering the devastating news with a sense of solemnity. "Tragedy strikes the Lorenzos. First, their arrest for involvement in the sales of illicit drugs. Then the revelation that Marco Lorenzo is an adopted child. And now, Marco's involvement in a car accident, leaving his whereabouts unknown. The question on everyone's mind: Where is Marco, and is he dead or alive?" The words hang in the air, heavy with implications that I can't ignore. Guilt washes over me in waves, threatening to consume me with its weight.

The only other option was- Marcos jumped out of the window onto a moving van, feeling his shoulder dislocate in agony as he landed on it. “Brian, Diego and Manuel. They are all dead.” He muttered bitterly, his eyes showing a certain regret Mateo hadn’t seen before. He lowered his eyes, not wanting to look up into his, feeling guilty and ashamed of himself. Mateo nodded in a comprehensive manner, the wheels of his mind churning. While Marcos was busy mourning his comrades, Mateo was being calculative, his thoughts running in a maze for any sort of explanation. It wasn’t that Marcos was surprised, he knew his nature more than most. And yet, he couldn’t help but notice that he had barely given

He gasped in shock and kicked Luca's face with his black boot. He dropped to the ground with a bleeding lip and winced in pain. "Luca Antonio bleeds. Wonderful!" Mayor Perez was beginning to enjoy this and nodded gently. Carlo was fvcking right. Seeing Luca Antonio in pain was satisfying. Fvcking epic. "Don El Marco, does the name ring a bell? 2 years ago. The cartel war" Luca suddenly burst into laughter and rose from the ground to a kneeling position, "Oh, the cartel... I think I remember now. I remembered ensuring every single one of you died, what are you? A ghost"

The days passed and nobody came for her, it was an incredibly suspicious situation, she thought that maybe they had noticed, maybe they were suspicious, but lying on the bed, wandering in her mind, suddenly raising her eyes she managed to see a sign that she had not known how to interpret before, On the ceiling of the room was the mark that Jeremias Lopez had made, a line to the right, it was good, the line to the left was not, but she never managed to see clearly as all the signs, it pointed to the bad, she had not noticed, she did not forgive herself for how clueless she had been, everything became even more gloomy. II Diego Pablo Olmos, was a dark character, the head of the DEA, nothing m

I handed the phone to the Gamma and told him to handle it. “Penelope is dead. Courtney found her on the beach, her throat ripped out. I have Courtney headed home.” I told Maverick. “Fuck! What is his plan here?” Maverick said. Something broke in the background. “He wants to mark her and mate her.” I said, not sure what to say.

It was Rafael. He dragged me backward while I kept struggling. “Leave me alone!” I screamed. “Let me kill him! Let me fucking kill him!” Rafael’s grip was tight. He pressed something on my shoulder, maybe a pressure point and suddenly everything started going black. The last thing I saw was Damien on the floor, bleeding and groaning, before my vision completely faded.