The chief stared at her in surprise, astonished by her guts. Nodding, he urged her to continue. “I think I have information about a criminal you've always wanted to nab. The popular number one, the crime boss and king of the underworld.” The chief's eyes lit up with surprise, and his intrigue couldn't be hidden. Putting on his glasses, he gestured towards his office with his hand. “This way, miss.” ********* Mark Darius stared at Karen Shapiro and all the rage he had felt for weeks came pouring out. He hated her at that moment, and all the things she had made him go through. He hated the fact that she was even still alive, despite the number of bullets she had pummeled into his body. For the first time in days, he could see fear in Karen Shapiro's eyes. He could see that realization was starting to dawn on her, that the impossible had just become possible at that moment. She could see that the game was up, and not only did he have the upper hand, he was winning totally. Dere

Brown Darius stared at himself, at the human being that he once was. His breath was beginning to falter, and he knew that it was just a matter of time before his body was going to give up. His life had been a shithole, filled with problems that hadn't been his, problems that had been created by people, problems that he had taken care of. His life had been a sorry sight, and Brown found himself wishing that he had another chance, another shot at life. The tape that was his life replayed before his eyes, and he slowly accepted that maybe the worst thing that had happened to him was his meeting of Karen Shapiro. He genuinely cursed the day that he had met her, that she had entered the lives of him and his mother. And yes, his mother. Despite her mistakes, the way she had steered him wrongly into the path that was now the cause of why he was sprawled on the floor of a club bleeding and unable to move, he knew that he still loved her and would always love her till the end. Even i

Karen Shapiro stared at Mark Darius, eyeing him coldly while she made sure that her gun was still trained on him. Looking at him, she could see how weak he was, how the bleeding had affected him negatively, making him stagger while standing. She still had her passports, and even the contract was still intact. The only thing standing between her and Mexico was the man standing right before her, the man who had been ready to take her to the police a few minutes ago. She smiled at the fear she saw in his eyes, how scared he was of the gun in her hand. She smiled at him, knowing that he was in the same position that she had been a few minutes ago. It was obvious that he was in no position to even duel with her, and she knew that his current state was going to make it very impossible for him to do so, even if he tried. “Well, Mark, what do you say? Who is the police going to arrest? You thought the game was over, huh? I'm sorry, but it's only just getting started. You're going to watc

She didn't know why, she couldn't fathom the reason. It was probably what she had deserved, but the fact that she had been so close to getting away hurt her everyday of her life. After she closed the box successfully, she turned around to see a smiling Mark Darius, the smaller of her boxes with its edges that were made of metal in his hands. And before she could move or raise her hands in defense, the box had been slammed on her head, sending her into a darkness she had never encountered throughout her life. ********** Farida Atticus stared at her son, then smiled. Out of everything that had happened to her in the past few weeks, he seemed to be the only good thing that had emerged from it all. For the fact that he had managed to come out of the devil's lair that was Karen Shapiro's home unshattered and unharmed, there was every reason for her to be happy. Yes, her life had been a mess because of love, but there was one thing Farida found herself acknowledging. She st

As soon as he struck Karen Shapiro on the head with the heavy box, he knew that he had only a few seconds before he would totally black out. And that was why without wasting a precious second, Mark Darius made his way to the phone in Derek Campton's hand. Without skipping a beat, he dialed the popular emergency line, his hands trembling. The amount of blood he had lost was going to determine if he got to live or not, and Mark Darius knew that he had lost quite a lot of blood. “911, what's your emergency?” Smiling, Mark Darius was slowly embracing the darkness that was enveloping him. He was fighting to stay alive, he was fighting death, the darkness, and even though it looked bleak, he was sure that he was going to win. He was going to say his location before the darkness enveloped him completely. It had been quite a long day, and Mark Darius wanted nothing more than to lay down and rest. He had been fighting a battle which he didn't know how it was going to turn out, and t