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.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

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.

“Hi,” The man said nothing. His gaze moved over her briefly before settling on her face. “You are Cynthia Hart?” His voice was deep, steady, and commanding. "Yes, sir." Again, she got only the silence. "I wanted to thank you." No response from him but she continued anyway. “You saved my brother's life. I don't know why you chose me, but... thank you,” The man's expression didn't change. If anything, he seemed even grimmer. More uncomfortable.

"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."

He pressed my hand against his own chest, then moved it to mine. “I didn't just put you in that prison to test you. I had the medical team... while you were under for your ‘check-up’ when I rescued you from prison... I encoded your vitals. Your heartbeat. Your DNA. You are the Titan biometric, Valencia. The system won't open for Akeem because he is a parasite. It only opens for the masterpiece. It only opens for you.” My heart stopped. I wasn't just a player in his game. I was the board itself.

"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."

His jailers had tried to get information out of him and the three men by his side, but they hadn't budged, not even once; they hadn't even given out their names, which was why Mark was shocked when he heard his name being spoken for the first time in a long time. "Who... are you?" He managed to say with broken lips; he looked around the cell, counting if his other comrades were there with him; they all lay on the ground sprawled about. "Mark, it's me," Noah said in a cool voice, careful not to raise suspicion. He cocked his head looking at Mark; he then realised that Mark couldn't see him properly, but that wasn't a problem. Noah simply because, one with the shadows once more, as he stepped