Novel & Cerita Marcus Lopez Deadly Class

“It’s true that we have been seeing Joe and Clara for years. Actually, since before we were ever married. We were helping them during their original takeover and actually helped them out of police custody. It has always been the four of us and anyone he has working for him. We were beyond excited with Gloria found her way to Octavio on her own without us even trying. We were going to try to arrange their marriage with you.” “Who else are you working with?” “There is no one else. How many did you kill in the warehouse?” “There were 35 dead.” “That is everyone then even all his foot soldiers.” “Good then we can kill you both and be done with this whole mess. Any last words?” Luis asks. Neither

Because the person sitting inside that second car— Isn’t dead. They’re just unconscious. And when the floodlight hits their face— I recognize them immediately. Marcus whispers the name. “Victor Salazar.”

He fired back, but the elite agent moved fast, dodging the bullets with ease. Meanwhile, Marcus and Lorenzo fought desperately, trying to hold their ground. But Leonardo’s strategy was flawless. One by one, Antonio’s men started falling. They were losing too many people, while Nuovo Ordine remained strong. Lorenzo, one of Antonio’s most trusted right-hand men, pushed forward, attempting to eliminate an enemy hiding behind the containers. But before he could pull the trigger— BANG! A bullet tore through his chest. Lorenzo’s eyes widened, his breath hitching. Blood trickled from his lips.

=== Class A - Suite Room, Library access Class B - Studio Apartment, Private dojo, Shooting range Class C - Deluxe Room, Advanced gym, Games room Class D - Standard room, Laundromat, Pool Class E - Basic room, Cafeteria, Garden, Basic gym === Everyone looked at the locations and compared rankings. It was a little unfair for those in the higher tiers. === Class A - Death Princess & Seer Class B - Death Princess & Seer (Double up) Class C - Match Class D - Gambler, Controlled Berserker & Two Shots Class E - Zen, Faceless, Oriole, Impenetrable Shield, Tracer & Scorpion

Marcus Hale was standing in Dominic Cross’s living room with a dead man’s switch in his hand and nothing left to lose.He looked wrong. Not the Marcus from the restaurant smooth, rehearsed, a man who wore charm like cologne. Not the Marcus from the underground club broken, desperate, watching his world rearrange. This Marcus was something else entirely. His suit was torn at the shoulder. His forehead was bleeding from a cut that had dried into a dark line down his temple. His eyes were too wide and too bright and moving too fast, jumping between Dominic and Sophia and the armed men behind him like a man counting the seconds until something exploded.Because something would explode. The device

He said clicking his fingers. "Who is your cousin?" I asked Nate. "Lorenzo Lopez." Brandon answered in his place. I choked and gasped for air, Nate noticed and tapped the back of my air. "I think you know him." He chuckled and I glared at him. Who wouldn't know him? The Spanish mafia boss, Lorenzo Lopez. "You never told me he was your cousin!" "You never asked." He shrugged, he didn't care about his reputation while I fucking did! Lorenzo is a dangerous Spanish man that killed over millions of people, he is really indestructible same thing for Carter and Kyle.

Luciano was irritated as he struggled to get free; however, the men held him down “Such a useless man, who can't even man up and save the woman he claims to love… you dared hurt her!” Marcos yelled with a heavy slam of his fist on the table, such that Corina sitting to the sides flinched, the other men lowered their heads when their boss rose to his feet. Corina's expression turned sour, why was Marcos bothered about Olivia getting killed

Marco didn’t pause. He landed a punch on Josh’s face, then another. And another. Blood sprayed from Josh’s nose, splattering Marco’s knuckles, but he didn’t stop. Delilah watched, breathless, as Marco slammed his fist again into the man who had haunted her nightmares. Josh, fueled by desperation, threw Marco aside and surged to his feet. But then—another gunshot rang out. Josh jerked. And dropped. Dead. Marco looked up, stunned, his chest heaving.

Marco asked with dilated pupils. “Oh, I am going to have a bomb on me the whole time. If the police don't show up on time, I will use it.” He announced. “What? No way!!” Elena and Marco screamed. Leo sighed and bumped his fist on his face. “Oh, I forgot that you two don’t believe that peace in death talk. Fine then, let’s hope the police show up or we become captives, and the Scorpione family are not known to be nice to their captives.” He replied.

I warned, the coldness returning to my voice. "Don't do this." "I'm the only one who loves you, Leandro!" Marco’s voice was high-pitched, hysterical. "I’m the only one who knows what you really are! You’re a King! You aren't a husband! You aren't a 'normal guy'! You’re a killer! And I’m going to prove it!" Marco raised his gun, aiming not at me, but at Delia. Time slowed down. I saw his finger tighten on the trigger. I saw the madness in his eyes—the twisted loyalty that had turned into a poison worse than anything the Commission could dream of.