“So what are you saying, number one?” The light of mischievousness, evil and cunning shining in her eyes, Karen Shapiro was shocked that one of her best men didn't see it too. How hard was it to spot? The script had already written itself, and all she was applying were the finishing touches and nothing more. “Can't you see it, Scar? We attack him where it matters most. We attack this new girlfriend of his. That is the only way to bring Mark Darius to his knees. Through her. He loves her, Scar. And to make him do whatever we want him to do, we first of all, snag a loved one.” She watched Scar nod his head, looking shocked and surprised. She sighed nosily, wondering if Scar had suddenly started to grow soft. He was normally pumped up for these kind of things, but at the moment he didn't seem to be. He looked very uncomfortable, and glancing at the burner phone in his hand, Karen Shapiro found out that for the first time, she was suspicious of Scar who was one of her best men by a

Karen Shapiro watched Scar try to fight the men that threw themselves against him, clubs, sticks and rods in their hands. He tried to fight back, winning impressively at first, but he slowly got weakened. And slowly, Scar was mauled to a near death state in her sitting room. When she told them to stop, the room smelt of blood, sweat and the smell of death hung in the air, refusing to go away. Retrieving her pistol, she urged all of them to move away, knowing that it was up to her to put the final nail in the coffin. Removing the pistol from safety, she pointed the gun at one of her most trusted men, her hands trembling terribly. She was about to kill him, and even though he was almost dead, she still felt guilty. He probably didn't deserve to die as he did, but to her, there was no other punishment. He was going to die like a snitch was supposed to die, like a man that betrayed his own team was supposed to die. Ordering his men, they managed to put his body into one of her o

“They have very nice food here, Mark. I don't regret coming here, at all.” Mark Darius smiled. It was a huge smile that said he was happy because she was happy, and that he was even more pleased that she was enjoying herself. She had ordered their chicken sauce because according to her, her parents owned a big poultry farm and she had eaten a lot of chicken in different sauces as a growing child. What was even more exciting and beautiful was the way she ate it, cutlery free, digging her hands into the chicken and tearing them without any shame or care in the world. She was flaunting what she referred to as her tradition, and she certainly didn't care if everybody in the restaurant was staring at her. Because she had finally agreed to go on a date with him, he had chosen the finest of restaurants in the city. He had done his research however, and prior to even taking her to the restaurant he had known that it was owned by a reputable poultry farmer. He was happy because even thoug

On the marble tiled floor was Terry, one of the guards on his security detail. He had been shot in the head, and from the position of his hands and his legs, Mark Darius could sense that he was already dead. Even if he wasn't, he was far gone and from his dilated eyes, Mark doubted that there was going to be any rescue. “My God! Atticus? Atticus? Are you in there? Are you alright?” Mark Darius was staring at his guard, and at that moment, he knew. It was happening all over again. Karen Shapiro had come into his life to kill and to destroy, and she was doing the same thing to even those he loved, to anyone at all who was involved with him. He knew immediately that what he was staring at wasn't a mistake. That it hadn't happened by chance. It wasn't a coincidence. Karen Shapiro had struck once again, and this time, it was fatal. When he finally recovered and followed Farida Atticus into her home, he doubted that she was going to see her son. He could sense that feeling of gloom

When Jenett Darius saw the familiar purple convertible drive into the grounds of her home, she panicked. The sickening feeling in her gut was there, like a wall that had just been painted wrongly and wasn't going to be easily scraped. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and so was the blood in her ears. Jenett Darius knew that feeling pretty well. It was fear, and terror rolled into one. It was fear of the unknown, fear of the uncertain. When she saw Karen Shapiro step out of the vehicle, she bit her bottom lip anxiously, then went ahead to bite her fingers as well. She was afraid. She wasn't just afraid, she was afraid for her son because she knew that whatever Karen Shapiro was doing in her house had to do with her son. When she had heard that the hospital bill had been settled by no other person than Karen Shapiro alias number one, she didn't know the kind of emotion to express. Jennett didn't know if she was supposed to be sad, she didn't also know if she was supposed to be