Marcus Lopez Deadly Class Novels & Stories

“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.

Jessica and Marcus followed closely, whispering about the attack in hurried tones. “Do you think Tom knew we’d find it?” Jessica asked, her voice low but serious. “I don’t think he expected us to leave with it,” Marcus replied. “Not alive, anyway.” Lola stayed silent, her thoughts heavy. She had been part of battles before, but the overwhelming odds and the grotesque creature they’d faced still lingered in her mind. This wasn’t just about strength or strategy—it was about something far darker. “Everyone inside,” Mike ordered as they reached the packhouse gates. “We need to regroup and figure out our next steps.”

He stalked into the warehouse where Javier and the others waited, blowing smoke from his fat cigar. Marco was strapped to a chair in the centre of the room. His face was bruised, and his head hung, he was so motionless that Eros thought he was already dead. There was a deep cut on his temple where a lone blood trekked down to his cheek, his lips were swollen, and one of his eyes was closed. Eros smirked approvingly. His men have done an excellent job, but as Lucifer reincarnated, he was there to finish it. The men stood around silently, waiting for his merciless instruction. The set of men that work at the warehouse are the brutal ones that only understand the word ‘kill’ They relish in kill

Time didn’t just slow down; it shattered. The razor-sharp edge of the lamp glass was an inch from his jugular. I could see the reflection of the silver shard in his wide, icy blue eyes. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. I wanted to slice him. I wanted to make this monster bleed for what he was doing to Dr. Evans. But Lorenzo De Luca wasn’t a regular man. He was a trained apex predator. In a fraction of a second, his lethal reflexes took over. He didn't flinch backward. Instead, he lunged forward, intentionally narrowing the distance so my arm couldn't get the proper leverage for a fatal strike.

At this moment, I had no strength to fight them but to just do their bidding. I wanted Jamie to get well before I did anything. It would be better that way. As I scrolled through the deathboard, I realized that Gustavo wasn't even on the board but there was a name that was placed at the highest bid on the top slot. Why on earth would anyone want Christopher killed?

“Lycan, wolf—still hairy beasts with claws.” “What’s there to do?” "There’s the bond for starters, but that’s not all—she can kill the undead. Based on the investigation, the undead need to be killed in a specific way to stay dead. That doesn’t apply to her. I checked the corpses—no matter how she killed them, they didn’t rise again but remained dead”

For dealing with the stares and questions and attention that will definitely follow this. "Our classmates are going to lose their minds," I say. "Sophie from calc, that guy Marcus from the gym, Emma—oh god, Emma's going to kill me for not texting her back." "We'll deal with it," Luciano says. "One crisis at a time." Morrison appears. "Teams are mobilizing. Time to move." This is it. The moment everything changes. I look at my mates one more time. Really look at them. Alvaro, fierce and protective, ready to burn down the world for his pack. Javier, calculating and steady, the brain behind our survival. Luciano, strong and unshakeable, the foundation we all lean on.

"Carmen. What's this about?" Carmen cleared her throat. "I've been meaning to ask, I haven't been seeing Marco anywhere. Did he go on a private assignment?" Mason shook his head. "It seems you didn't hear. Marco is dead." Carmen's jaw dropped. "What?" Mason nodded. "He's dead. He was a snitch, so we killed him off. That's what we do to betrayals." Carmen blinked, completely shocked by the news. "So...so what's next?"