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Marcus Lopés

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Short Stories

Sold Out

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Sold Out

A continuation of ‘Whatever It Takes‘

“I wouldn’t do that,” Michael warned when he saw Marceau’s hand move. Was he going for a panic button under his desk? “I don’t have a lot to lose at the moment, so I have no problem killing you.”

“Let’s all take a breath.” James glared at Michael, then turned to Marceau. “Please, André, we just need a few moments of your time, and for you to answer a few questions.”

“I’m the Minister of Justice,” Marceau snapped. “You just can’t come in here and threaten me.”

“No one has threatened you, per se,” James said. “My colleague usually only makes promises.” He pointed to the sofa. “Come sit with me and let’s talk.”

Michael kept his gun trained on Marceau as he moved from behind his desk and eased himself onto the sofa. “And to ensure you remain healthy, I encourage you to tell the truth.”

“I don’t know what you think I know,” Marceau huffed. “But I —” [Read more…] about Sold Out

Whatever It Takes

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Whatever It Takes

This is a continuation of ‘Never Leave a Man Behind‘

“What are you saying exactly?” Brian asked.

Michael, holding Brian’s hands, applied a little pressure. “What you did hurt me, Brian, and I’m still angry. I’ll get over it. Maybe not completely, but I…” He bit his lip. “When it comes to our marriage, until certain events … it seemed like we were always on our honeymoon.”

“Does that mean you still —”

“Yes, silly. I still love you.”

“You can understand, though, why I’m asking, right?” [Read more…] about Whatever It Takes

Never Leave a Man Behind

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never leave a man behind

A Continuation of ‘The Getaway‘

Michael entered Burnt ahead of Josh and pointed towards the counter. “How about grabbing us a couple of lattes?”

“Sorry,” Josh said unapologetically. “I told you I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Michael mumbled unintelligibly as he headed towards the guy in the black baseball cap and sunglasses who was seated at the table the farthest away from the entrance.

“Dude, what the f…”

Michael waved him off as he and Josh sat down. “Didn’t have a choice. He’s here to protect me, and by extension, you. What have you got?” [Read more…] about Never Leave a Man Behind

The Getaway

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the getaway

A continuation of ‘A Little Help from a Friend‘

“Hey, Siri…” Michael didn’t know how long he’d slept, but the heaviness in his head when he opened his eyes told him it wasn’t long. “What time is it?”

“It’s six ten,” the male voice with the Australian accent announced.

Michael rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, pushed back the duvet and slipped out of bed. Rummaged through his bag for clean clothes, then slowly opened the bedroom door. Peeked into the hall, which was empty, and hustled to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, he was showered, dressed, and tiptoeing his way to the front door. When he reached the kitchen, he froze. His gaze travelled upwards, from the bottom of the jeans hugging the muscled legs to the round bubble butt and then onto the white T-shirt showcasing the well-defined upper torso. And that dark hair, that last night was slicked back like a loose pompadour, was more of a wavy mess. Before he lost himself in some X-rated fantasy, Josh spun around and smirked.

“So, this is your plan?” Josh refilled his coffee mug. “Sneak out and go after Clarke on your own?” [Read more…] about The Getaway

A Little Help from a Friend

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A Little Help from a Friend

This is a continuation of ‘Time to Change the Rules‘

Michael, seated in the passenger seat of the silver Mercedes-Benz C300, stared blankly out the window into the darkness. Josh had agreed, or maybe he’d been ordered, to drive him back to the ‘cottage’ in Kemptville. Michael wanted to pick up his vehicle and didn’t want to wait until morning. He was already mentally working through different scenarios as to what he’d do next. And he didn’t want to rely on James or Josh, especially when he still didn’t know who to trust. Besides, the late-night trip was a chance to put distance between him and Brian. More importantly, it gave him time to think. Leaving Brian with James didn’t seem risky, or at least that was what Michael told himself. He discreetly glanced at the dashboard clock. They’d been on the road for almost forty minutes and had barely said a word to each other.

Josh broke the silence first. “I spent fifteen years in the armed forces. During my last two years, I served with the Special Operations Forces Command. Like you, my job was to protect this country.”

“What’s your point?” Michael asked, his gaze held to the blackness of the night. [Read more…] about A Little Help from a Friend