Sweet Temptation ((Markicest Fanfiction))

Chapter 1

Dark was sitting in the main communication room. Having a meeting with his so said crew, he was trying to figure out who stole from him and who was talking shit on his name. There were a few suspects, he'd already had a.... talk with three of them. Unfortunately not getting answers result in a bad result for the suspect. One of darks men came up to him and hissed the ring on his finger "boss we got rumor that there is a man who's in LA only an hour away froms uses. His names is Mark Edward fischbach," the man handed him a picture, Dark took it into his hand and crumbled it without looking at it, not caring what the man looked like. he looked at his crew member "well why are you handing me a fucking picture not the man responsible for this," he growled, taking a sip from his scotch that sat there, sweating on the rocks. "Go get him you fucking fools!" He yelled "or do I have to do it my god damn self!" He was clearly easily irritated, he got up "I'm coming back here in five hours you better have a lead or one of you is getting beat." that was slang for getting killed. He got up and walked it of his mansion he was going to get himself some fresh air and some sweet savory coffee.

Mark Fischbach, a newly found YouTuber. He had red cherry hair that swung to the side, and a pearly toothy grin that could match. He was a famous YouTuber that everyone knew about, besides others who lived under a rock. Unfortunately, he was known by the mafia. But he didn't have an idea, he was scared to come to LA because of them. But he had a secret identity. He knew about them, but he refused to admit it. He was siting in his house, researching the mafia and their leader otherwise known as 'Damien' as far as he knew. The crew member turned to each other and one scathed their head. "What do we do..?" One asked "the boss will kill us if we don't find this Mark guy soon.." another said, a green headed male, which was Marks ex, but no one knew that about him. He looked down them as he put his hands onto the table, his palms against them too. "We have to have something before he gets back. I saw we guard the mafia, he knows about us I can feel it." He started, his name was Sean, but many called him Jack. He had a scar across his eye, making him look badass but also making him blind in one eye. It was a grey Smokey color. "We have to come up with something before he comes back. We need a trace of Mark." He said, he got out an iPad, and tapped on locations they could search in LA. "One of you should try to calm down Damien." He said.