Marcus Lopez Novels & Stories

A new email. From: Anonymous You’ve made a powerful enemy. But even powerful men fall. Attached was a single image: a photo of Marcus in the courthouse, mid-walk, surrounded by security—his face frozen in a scowl, his eyes lost in a moment of private rage. Beneath it, a line of text: He doesn’t know how to lose. Sophia stared at the screen. “Then it’s time he learned.”

Alpha Leonardo; “What did you say that bastard wanted again from me?” I undid my tie knot. “To have a drink at the club with you. Probably, the two of you will finally sort out your differences,” Liam stated. “I don’t want to sort out any fucking differences. The Marons almost ended my life.” “But Anthony has nothing to do with it. Why punish him over the madness of his Father and brothers?” Liam fixed himself on my couch. Taking off my shirt, “It’s not just about his Father and Brothers. I hate that brait, Anthony, as well. He has always been a thorn in my flesh.” I threw my shirt on the bed.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

Against the back of the wall stood a huge choir. Suddenly, a young man, maybe 20, with long, flowing black hair, dressed in a tux, strutted proudly onto the stage. He cut right through the aisle of performers, heading for the center. As he did, the entire audience rose to its feet and applauded. “Who’s he?” I asked. He reached the center and bowed repeatedly, smiling. Even from up here, I could see that he was startlingly attractive. “Sergei Rakov,” Jonah answered. “He’s one of the best vocalists in the world.”

Eligor taunts him, but Zachariah just smirks back at him. ”Well, I only intend to beat you, then I can leave the running of it to my Alpha mate, or perhaps my Alpha daughter. Both are equally capable but I'm not sure, which would irritate you more?" A few wolves snort as though laughing, others growl in irritation, but Eligor and Zachariah face each other down, ignoring everyone around them and that's when I sense my opportunity. Eligor is perhaps two metres from me, maybe two and a half, I could be in front of him in one leap, slicing his throat before he even realised what had happened.

Robert hired me to do your security from today, and if it depends on me nobody will bother you anymore, miss, - please since you will be my surplus call me Kris only Kris please and what's yours in safety, - my name and Marcus and everyone calls me Marcão, but you can call me to find better with yourself said I will be your leftover now and it will be a pleasure to be, at this time look at him in the rearview and I saw that he was beautiful had to honey, -colored hair and fair skin plus your honey,

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.

Ajax cut in. "Sorry to disturb your vibrant sex life..." "Shut up Reynolds. You're not sorry. Right now I know you have that stupid smile on your face knowing I'm going to dump the sucker soon enough. Tell me the name of the sucker disturbing your partner." Macey went straight to the point. "Santoz Martinez, Mexican. Recently moved in to Boston. Moustache, likes fat cigarettes, smiles like a squid. That's all I know." Ajax rushed off in one breath. He could hear Macey's nimble fingers tapping away on her keyboard.

"Sorry Commander, personal shit but it's taken care of." "As I was saying, Julio Lopez, aka "little devil", is back on the street as of yesterday. You all need to watch your fücking backs and mind your business unless you want a repeat of what happened to St-" I freeze and all I can hear is a ringing in my ear; everyone sounds like they're underwater. Carter puts his hand on my shoulder, helping to snap me back to my fucked up reality. "We got it, Luca. No need to bring that shït up. Why the fück is he out of prison?"