The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 297: Transition

Marcus had been in Michael’s place before, so it shouldn’t be a surprise if Marcus was able to get into his place. However, with everything that had happened between them, Marcus had no reason to be in this place.

Most importantly, why would Marcus come in here early in the morning? The sun hadn’t come up yet.

"Marcus, what the hell, man?" Michael remarked as he lowered his head. "Marcus? Are you okay?"

Michael took a careful step forward, studying Marcus, who hadn’t moved or said anything. When Michael was a bit closer, he heard Marcus mumbling something.

"Are you drunk?" Michael asked, now completely awake at this morning’s shock he couldn’t have expected today. "Hey, Marcus..."

"He said he’s gonna make them disappear... but I can’t... the stench... their faces..." Marcus mumbled listlessly. "He wants me to do this... that... the people..."

Suddenly, Marcus reached out a hand and grabbed Michael’s arm. Michael stiffened and jolted when Marcus raised his head, revealing the pale look on his gaunt face.

"Marcus." Michael furrowed his brows in confusion.

How did Marcus look so gaunt overnight?

The eyes underneath Marcus’s eyes were dark and sunken. His cheeks looked hollowed too. His complexion was as white as a sheet. One could explain his distressed appearance, but with such evident weight loss, it could make anyone wonder.

It was only a few days ago since Michael saw him and Marcus wasn’t like this. But now, he could barely recognize Marcus up close.

"What the hell, man? What the fuck happened to you?" Michael asked in disbelief, a little concerned because this man seemed to need immediate medical help.

Michael might’ve hated Marcus to the core, but he wasn’t so inhumane to fight someone who seemed to be hovering between life and death.

"Michael..." Marcus called under his breath. "Michael, help me, man."

Michael’s already knitted brows united. "Help you, how?"

"Shhh! He’s everywhere!" Marcus hushed and shook his head vigorously. Because of his sudden weight loss, his eyes were wider and one could see how they shook despite the dim lights. "Quiet, he might hear us."

Michael tried to pull his arm from Marcus’s grip, but the latter’s hold only tightened. "Marcus, what the fuck? Are you high —"

"Shhh!!! I told you to be quiet!" Marcus hushed and whispered yell, grinding his teeth, which showed the blood on his teeth.

Seeing this, Michael squinted and noticed that the blood was coming from Marcus’s gums. ’Was he grinding his teeth so much his gums started to bleed?’

Michael relaxed his shoulders and didn’t try to snatch his arm from Marcus. He also didn’t say anything anymore, watching Marcus look around warily as if he was genuinely scared of someone.

’He must be high,’ thought Michael.

After befriending Vincent, Marcus, and their little circle, Michael became their mischievous friend. Aside from being the "loser" in the group, Michael also encouraged them to drink and party in hopes they would accidentally blurt out anything about what they did to Alicia.

When that didn’t work, he supplied them with illegal substances. He brought many kinds of highs to them. Sometimes, Marcus and Vincent would take them. There were times they wouldn’t. But they mostly took it to escape reality or simply to forget about their current problems.

Unfortunately, they never spoke a word about Alicia. It was then Michael realized these people would never talk because they had completely forgotten about what they did to Alicia. Or rather, they buried it so deep and made sure it wouldn’t reach the surface.

"Marcus, let me go and get out of my property," Michael spoke quietly, but coldly.

Marcus only shook his head while staring straight into his eyes.

Michael wanted to say some honest talk to this guy. However, if Marcus was on drugs, then Michael knew he shouldn’t be so careless with his words. He didn’t know what type of drugs Marcus took, but if it was strong enough to make Marcus like this, it could also make him violent.

Michael studied all these things while living a double life, after all.

"Man..." Michael clicked his tongue in irritation. "Then sleep on the couch or in the guest room. It’s too early for me for this. I’ll sleep again."

Michael tried to pull his arm, but Marcus held it even tighter.

"Don’t leave me," Marcus breathed out, pulling Michael down. "Please don’t leave me all alone. I’m scared."

"Man..."

"I’m not high, Michael." He shook his head. "I swear I’ve been clean for months. I didn’t even have the time. It’s just that Quentin..."

Marcus trailed off as he held his breath and looked around warily once more. When he was certain Quentin wasn’t there, he looked up at Michael again.

"Quentin killed all of my people," he stressed quietly. "Everyone’s dead in my villa."

"What?"

"Shh!" Marcus hushed once more. "He will kill everyone, Mike. You got to help me, man. He’ll kill me if I don’t do what he says."

Michael frowned. "Who’s Quentin?"

"He is Fil’s husband."

"Huh?" Michael clicked his tongue in irritation. ’Why did I even bother assuming he’s being serious when this is clearly him, being high?’

"Marcus, don’t tell me you haven’t moved on from Fil?" Michael assumed, displeased upon the thought of Fil. "Fil isn’t married yet." She would be soon, but not right now.

Currently, Fil was in the hospital after getting abducted. If not for Jackson, they wouldn’t even find her this fast. Yet, here was Marcus, telling him about Fil’s husband.

"You don’t understand, Mike." Marcus breathed out. "He is the one who wanted to kill Fil."

Upon hearing this, Michael’s expression turned solemn. "What did you say?"

"He asked me to hire people to abduct Fil," Marcus explained as if telling this to him didn’t matter anymore. "I did it because if I didn’t, he’d kill me. But Michael, when I came home, everyone in my house was alive again. But the stench —"

Marcus couldn’t finish his sentence when Michael suddenly found the strength to grab him by the collar.

"What did you say?" Michael hissed as he pulled up Marcus’s collar. "Did you just say you’re the one who abducted her?"

"No — no!" Marcus shook his head. "I hired them. I didn’t do it!"

The moment that correction flew out of Marcus’s mouth, a fist came flying to his face. A grunt escaped Marcus’s mouth as he immediately covered his nose.

"You fucker...!" Michael threw his fist once more, and again, and another one. He stopped when blood was dripping on the couch.

Standing tall in front of Marcus, he clasped his hands, as three punches weren’t enough to quench his anger. First, they did what they did to Alicia, and up until now, Alicia’s body was nowhere to be found.

And now, here he was, doing the same thing over again.

Michael didn’t see Fil after the abduction, but he got a glimpse of her when she was rushed to the hospital. He saw the bruises on her skin and how pitiful she appeared. Although Fil was safe now, he couldn’t help but imagine the further damages that wouldn’t be healed by a simple stitch or sleep.

"You pathetic bastard. I’m going to kill you today!" Michael huffed as he took a step and was about to grab Marcus for another round. Since Marcus came in his place unannounced, Michael didn’t care about any consequences.

There were many ways to get out of this mess. For now, he would deal with this guy and avenge Fil.

But alas, just as Michael grabbed Marcus and pulled him up, blood dripped from Marcus’s eyes.

"What the!" Michael quickly released him and took a step back. At this moment, Marcus looked like he was being possessed. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

His nose was bleeding from Michael’s punches, but he only reacted initially. Now, he was just like a doll who was looking up at him with a gaunt look.

"Marcus... what the..." Michael trailed off and jumped away, eyes fixed on Marcus.

Marcus just sat there without moving an inch, looking up with his mouth partially opened.

Could a drug do this too?

Michael had seen the effects of illegal substances on people. It was why he always faked taking it, afraid that because of his desire to make Marcus or Vincent or Shanaiah confess, he would blurt it out.

"Marcus, are you okay...?" he asked, but at the same time, Marcus suddenly shouted.

"Ah!!!" Marcus clasped his head and hunched in. The sound of his screams sounded painful as if he was in pain. He slowly slid down from the couch he was sitting on, pounding his hand against the carpet.

"Ahh!!" Marcus writhed in pain, throwing his body against the floor as if that would ease his pain.

Michael took another careful step back as this unfolded right before his eyes. The lines between his brows deepened. He was torn between stopping Marcus or getting his phone to call security. Right now, Marcus seemed like he would kill himself before Michael would.

"Hey!" Michael called when Marcus suddenly slammed his forehead against the floor. "Hey! Marcus! Enough!"

Michael took a large step forward without thinking, but this time, Marcus stopped from screaming and from beating himself. For some reason, watching him pause brought this sense of dread creeping up his spine.

Michael didn’t feel good about this.