Marcus Lopez Deadly Class Novels & Stories

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

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.

"Can I get my usual?" "Coming right up." I found my usual table in the corner and collapsed into the chair. My hands were shaking. My eyes were burning with tears I refused to shed. Three weeks. In three weeks, I'd be Mrs. Diego De Luca. I'd be trapped in a house with a man who'd never smiled. A man who'd killed his own uncle. A man who buried people alive. The rumors swirled in my head. Diego De Luca. The Deadliest Man Alive. He doesn't smile. He doesn't joke. He doesn't play games. He kills without remorse. He's a predator in a thousand-dollar suit.

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.

“I was pissed they did this to me and pissed Jared fucked me over so I said fuck it and fuck you. You mated the bitch and killed Jared. I have held Scarlet responsible for a long time. She left our pack and deserted us and then showed back up as you as her mate? Now she acts like she cares? So for the past few months, I decided to teach all you people a lesson. Don’t fuck over your hired helpers. After I wiped out Montana, Washington was next. Or Is…” “What did you make to put in our water?” I asked through clenched teeth. “A liquid form of cobalt and magnesium. At high enough levels, you will die of an overdose. Shut down major organs and eventually the low blood pressure will kill you. Pai

“Then we control the first statement. He was the target of a malicious delivery. Police are involved. He is safe. No theories. No names.” “I can do that.” She hesitated. “Are you going to tell the kings?” “Yes.” I used the encrypted line in the study. Dante answered with Lucien already on the call, which meant the news had traveled faster than courtesy. “We heard what happened,” Dante said. “Is he hurt?” “No. Shaken. The package was a threat, not an explosive. Local police have it.” “You should have called sooner,” Lucien said. “I called when I had facts instead of panic. I’ve tightened his public schedule and pulled live audiences. I’ll send the written summary before evening.”

“Let me.” Marco laughed loudly. “You think you can kill me, girl? I am truly ‘Ndrangheta. Pure blood. You’re just a Russian whore who spread her legs for five mobsters and gave birth to three bastards. When I’m done with you, I’ll make your husbands watch while I…” I didn’t let him finish. I raised the Glock and fired. The bullet hit his right thigh. Marco fell to his knees with a sharp scream, blood gushing. His men tried to react. They were cut down in seconds. Heros hit two. Luther killed another with a chest shot. Zedekiah slit the last one’s throat before he could pull the trigger.