Marcus Lopez Novels & Stories

He just chuckled; a fact that brought me even closer to Louis. "Oh, do you know Bruno Mars, John Mayer, and Beyonce? I produced several of their records, girl.” "Hmm, okay?” I said still not understanding before turning to Louis for answers. "I asked him for a favor, babe,” my husband explained excitedly. “But August said he needed to hear you live first.” “First for what?” I insisted, though I think I knew where he was headed with all of this. "Oh, to make you my next star, of course,” said the fake CeeLo. “I have heard your voice thanks to Louis, but I need to live it live to achieve that connection, do you understand?”

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.”

With my eyes closed, I took in a long drag, allowing my tension to get wrapped up in the smoke before slowly letting the smoke curl its way out of my mouth. My name is Carlito Santo-Maria. I love to address myself as the god here in Draymoor. No one dared question my authority, not even the cops. I can unapologetically say, I am the law. In this game, you know your territory and try not to trespass, but in my case, I think I have stepped on a bigger toe. Striking a deal with Marcos Gonzalez was like striking a deal with the devil. There was no room for failure. Marcos was in charge of the western states, of which Draymoor was part. He was the big fish. A man whose name could sink ports and c

He scoffed. “Wait, who the hell are you?” Marcus couldn’t stop but asked the guy. The guy made a scrutinizing look at Marcus from his foot up to his head. Then the guy looked at Mariko with his brows raised. Like he was asking who the guy was. “Oh, right… Sorry, I forgot. Joseph, this is Marcus Reed.” Mariko introduced Marcus to the newcomer. Before she looked at Marcus. “Marcus, this is Joseph Lee. He’s my partner.” Mariko said as she turned her gaze away at Marcus.

I smiled when he said that. “I'm not saying you're old, Marcos. I'm just curious.” “I know, miss. I've been working with Mr. Lorenzo for two and a half years.” “Hum ... So, you know the family well, don't you?” “Yes.” “What do you tell me about his son?” “He's a good boy.” “Good boy? I know ... What else?” “What do you want to know?” “Nothing.” “OK.” “How old are you, Marcos?” “Twenty-six.”

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

But Lucas won and within seconds he scored a goal. Even though Zion did his best to get the ball from him, his speed wasn't less than Usain bolt. He has never been defeated in his life. I repeat never. So, when Lucas scored a goal he was triggered. And by using every ounce of energy he won the match by a narrow margin of 5-4.

“I wouldn't have known.” “Yes,” Marcus said flatly. “You’re letting jealousy show. And if Liam or his people catch the scent of it, you’ll burn everything before we even make our move. Not only that, you're also roaming around her more than necessary and it is starting to become noticeable. It's only a matter of time before they read past whatever camouflage you're using.” I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching the firelight twist inside it. “And what if I don’t care? What if I keep using different camouflage sounds? Even try to play them into believing that she's seeing one of them?”

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.