Emma's brother struggled to stand, but his legs gave out beneath him. The men closed in, trapping them. Marcus pulled out a gun from his pocket, loaded it with bullets, and handed it to Emma. "You'll have to shoot," he said, his eyes fixed on the approaching men. "I don't know how to shoot," Emma protested, her voice trembling. "You'll have to do it if you want to survive," Marcus warned her, his voice firm. "Shoot!" he screamed, as the men drew closer. Emma fired the gun, her hands shaking. Marcus joined in, firing shot after shot at the men. "Good job! Keep shooting if you want to survive!" he yelled, his eyes fixed on the attackers. The sound of gunfire echoed through the alleyway, the smell of smoke filling the air. Emma's brother watched in horror, unable to move, as Marcus and Emma fought to protect him.In no time, the men were lying on the ground, writhing in pain, some of them dead. Marcus stood up and began to search their bodies, confiscating their guns and pocketing

They arrived at the hospital, where Emma's father was already waiting. Emma rushed into his arms, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't protect him," she whispered, clinging to her father tightly. "It's okay, sweetie," her father soothed, stroking her back. Meanwhile, Marcus paced anxiously in the background, while Katherine and Sandra sat frozen, their eyes fixed on the operating room door. The moment it turned green, they all rushed to the door, waiting for the doctors to emerge. The doctor's eyes darted between them, his expression grave. "It's critical," he said, his voice low and serious. Emma's grip on her father tightened. “We can’t save him,” The Doctor added."What?! You can't be serious!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking. "I'm afraid not," the doctor replied, shaking his head. "We've tried everything, but we can't find a cure.""You have to do something, that's why you're a doctor! You have to find a way to save him!" Emma exclaimed, her fists pounding

Marcus stormed out of the room, still fuming with anger. He couldn't believe Amayah had tried to seduce him, and her shameless behavior disgusted him. With a hiss, he dressed and stepped out of the room, leaving Amayah kneeling and begging for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, please don't chase me out of the house," she pleaded, grasping at his legs. But Marcus was unmoved, and with a bitter laugh, he said, "Isn't it funny how the tables have turned? Just felt like yesterday, on my 23rd birthday, I was begging you not to leave me, and now...now you're the one desperate to stay." His words trailed off as he walked away, leaving Amayah flat on the floor, her tears and apologies falling on deaf ears. She couldn’t believe how the hands of times had changed. She felt embarrassed she never believed she would be in this situation.Amayah's tears evaporated quickly as she trailed behind Marcus, pleading, "Please, Marcus, please." But he stopped and turned around, h

They began to feel hot. Marcus stood and he stared at Sandra who winked at him. She stood up holding his collar.“Let’s go inside,” she said, her voice low and husky.He nodded and he stood up smiling as they walked into the room. Amayah who had been watching all clenched her fists together.She walked up to the knock and knocked. But she was ignored. She tried to push the food open but she couldn’t. “Fuck! What should I do?” She began to pace around.On the other hand, Sandra lips brushed against his and a roaring electricity ran through her limbs.he thrusted his tongue into her mouth while he pulled her dress and unclasped her bra, revealing her soft, succulent breast. His slick tongue viciously went around her neck,and moved to her breast."Fuck," She muttered as he run his tongue across her hard nipples before pulling one of them between his mouth, while his hand play with the other.He quickly took his hands down and started unbuttoning her pants. Once bare,he placed wet kisses

Marcus stormed into Amayah's room, his face twisted in disgust. "Get out!" he barked, dragging her belongings out. Amayah's eyes widened in confusion. "What's going on, Marcus?" she pleaded, but he cut her off."Your time here is up. Get the hell out of my house!" He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Amayah fell to her knees, begging. "Please, don't do this to me. I'm innocent. I didn't drug the food."Marcus scoffed. "I've had enough of your lies. I heard your conversation with someone over the phone that day. You think I'm blind to your deceit?" Amayah's eyes widened in shock, realizing he had overheard her secret conversation with Owen.“And do you know what? I found the store where you place the order.” He added. "Please, don't chase me away," she begged, clinging to his legs. "I have nowhere to go." But Marcus was unforgiving. "Get out, or I'll call my men to throw you out!" he growled, flinging her belongings out of the house. "You had one chance, and you wasted it.