Marcus Lopés

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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

An Unexpected Alliance

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an unexpected alliance

A continuation of ‘Are You Ready for the Truth‘

As the vehicle passed through the towering iron gates, Brian drew in a breath. Then, nearing the elegant grey-stone house that looked like a chateau, his stomach flipped. Was it too late to back out? He just sat there after Michael killed the engine and got out. When his door opened, he kept his gaze trained on his lap. “I need a minute.”

Michael placed his hand on Brian’s shoulder. “You don’t have to do this.”

“We need answers, right?” Brian undid his seat belt, forcing Michael’s hand off his shoulder. Took a breath, then exited the Range Rover. Stepped aside as Michael closed the door, his head down and now staring at his feet. Michael’s black leather shoes came into view, and that was when he looked up. The power of those dark brown eyes easily hypnotized him, that familiar question poking at him: what happened to us? He ran his hands through his hair, cupping them briefly to the back of his head before letting them drop to his sides. “If Adam Clarke sold me out to Angelique, then I want to make him pay.” [Read more…] about An Unexpected Alliance

Are You Ready for the Truth?

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are you ready for the truthA continuation of “The Game Changer”

“I don’t…” Brian swallowed hard. “I don’t understand what’s going on here.”

“Adam Clarke isn’t your real father,” Julia said ruefully. “Your mother had you a year before she met Adam. When they married, he adopted you and changed your name. But your mother never told him who your real father was.”

Michael placed his hand on Brian’s thigh. “What does this have to do with Excelsior?”

“It has more to do with the people involved with Excelsior.” Julia sipped her wine. “In Brian’s case, one person. James Coburg. You’ve heard of him, right?” [Read more…] about Are You Ready for the Truth?