Prisoner Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

Good morning, Ana - Marcos as always emanated good humor. "Good morning, Mr. Marcos. Ana couldn't deny that seeing Marcos was like a drop in the ocean for her eyes since he was very handsome. " Do me a favor, don't call me Mr. Mark, it makes me feel old," he laughed. " Force of habit. Marcos had what every woman would like to find in a man. Beauty, charisma, he was successful, but since not everything is perfect Marcos had a defect, and this defect was his love for women. In other words, a true womanizer.

The others turned to look. “She’s marked,” someone whispered. A few of them stood now, curiosity bright in their faces. “You’re one of them,” another said. “A bounty hunter.” I clenched my fists. “Was,” I corrected. “Not anymore.” The man with the scar smiled faintly. “That’s a dangerous past to carry around here.” “I didn’t have a choice.” He looked at me for a long moment, then tossed me a small piece of bread from his pack. “Eat. You look half-dead.”

If Mark appeared with his own gun, he’d suddenly be in a hostage situation, and he hated those with a fucking passion. Negotiating with sick, abusive dickheads was not his strength, and whenever this kind of thing came up at work, Hunter Sullivan or John Griffin took point. They had the right temperaments for this kind of delicate interaction, and although Mark had successfully managed to get principals out of bad hostage situations before, he knew it had been dumb luck. But luck had a funny way of running out, and he had no desire for it to run out tonight. Alexandra moaned now, her head lolling limply, and Mark exhaled a silent sigh of relief. Still alive. Thank Christ.

"Freedom without the people I love..." He smiled coldly. "...is just another prison." The silence that followed was heavy. Moretti sighed. "I was hoping you'd make this easy." He nodded toward the guards. Two men stepped forward. One carried a metal rod. The other held a bucket of icy water. The first blow landed across Mark's shoulder. The sound echoed through the stone room. Mark didn't react. Another strike. His wrists tightened against the chains. Still... Nothing. Moretti watched carefully. "You're stubborn."

"Hell, no. You said that bastard apologized to you?!" "Yes, he did, and please don't call him a bastard. He has a name, Jess. He regrets the past. He realized that the drug controlled his life and made his life turned upside down. Now, he still under treatment but currently free from drugs for a few months,” I explained without missing any point. "That is the last thing that I expect to happen. What happens to him? I mean why he suddenly thought of you and bother to apologize?" "He has been caught by police last two months and I guess he starts to repent and stay away from the drug since that day."

While the rest of the world suffered. I heard a small knock at the door and I quickly shot my head towards it. Without even missing a beat, I bolted to it and through it open, only to be met by John who had a slightly elevated look to him. He huffed slightly as if he had ran over here from god knows where, and he looked at me before delivering his news. “That man, the one who was forcibly marked… He’s awake.” Now I was curious. We were told from day one that a forced mark was a death sentence, and yet this man had survived it…

Marks opens his mouth, but no words come out. He’s a fish out of water, gasping for air. “He’s a liar and a cheat,” Miller continues, his voice rising. “He’s been lining his pockets with dirty money for years, and he’s finally getting what he deserves. He’s going to jail, and he’ll never see the light of day again.” Miller slams the folder shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Marks slumps in his chair, defeated. Tears stream down his cheeks as he looks at me, silently begging for help. But I’m as stunned as he is, my mind racing to find a way out of this ambush.

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one ...... "As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you understand?" I ignored the question, continuing my descent to a place I would then start to call home for the time being. Getting deep in thoughts, the officer stopped abruptly, making my forehead connect to his rough and musky smelling uniform. "Are you listening to me kid? When I ask you something, you answer, got it?" Pitch raised, he asked without turning his back.

Mark sat on the cage trying to figure out a way to run off. But the electric shock on the cage rod was not letting him out. He glanced at his hand which was full of dark rod marks. He was already dead for his pack due to which he was not even able to call for help. Suzan was only the one who knew he was alive and came after him. Now he had no one to rescue. The thought of getting a powerful baby with Eva made him pay a huge price and in return, all he got was to be the prisoner of Gil.