He charged inside, but the men intercepted him. "Who are you?" one of them asked, blocking the entrance. Emma’s brother pulled out the gun his eyes blazing. "Don't you dare come closer. I'm here to get my sister," he warned. But the men just burst into laughter. "I think we've got another chick," they sneered, smiling. The brother's face darkened. "Leave the route before I call the police," he growled. But they just laughed again. Suddenly, one of them shot his legs from behind, and he let out a loud scream as he fell to the floor."What happened to your screaming, huh?" one of them sneered, as they dragged him inside. "The boss will be so happy with us," they exclaimed, their laughter echoing through the room. They tied him up beside Emma, whose eyes widened in shock as she saw her brother. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling. But before he could respond, someone struck her, and a hand clamped over her mouth. "Don't make a noise," a menacing voice
Their eyes flicked to the ground, then to their master lying there, before snapping back to Marcus. "How dare you!" one of them snarled, taking a step forward. Marcus backed away, his eyes fixed on them. "Stay behind me," he warned Emma and her brother, who nodded silently. One of them charged at Marcus, but he dodged and countered with a strong punch. Another came at him, swinging wild punches, but Marcus blocked and struck back. A third joined the fight, trying to grab Marcus from behind, but he spun around and landed a solid kick.They kept coming, one by one, each one trying to take Marcus down. He fought hard, punching, kicking, and dodging, but they were relentless. Emma and her brother watched in horror, their eyes fixed on the intense battle.Marcus's movements were swift and precise, but his opponents were fierce and determined. The fight raged on, with neither side giving in. But the men kept coming, one by one, each one launching a fierce attack. Marcus fought back, hi
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
Chapter 153. Katherine alerted Sandra that she couldn't track Marcus's location again. Sandra exclaimed, “I think they are in danger!" Katherine nodded in agreement. Without hesitation, Sandra sprang into action, calling the police. They arrived swiftly, and together, they rushed to the last known location where Marcus was tracked. Upon arrival, they were met with a horrifying sight - a building engulfed in flames. The group stood in shock, and Sandra's voice pierced the air: "Quench the fire! Someone help, they might be inside!" The police immediately called the fire department, and the rescue efforts began.Sandra burst into tears, overwhelmed by the thought of losing Marcus. But then she spotted his dog, and with newfound hope, she rushed to free it. As the dog broke loose, it began to run, and Katherine exclaimed, "What if he's not dead? What if he's not in the burning building?" Sandra's eyes widened with confusion, and she knelt beside the dog, pleading, "Take us to your
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
Emma composed herself and returned to her brother's bedside, concern etched on her face. "How do you feel?" she asked, her voice soft. Her brother forced a smile, "I'm fine." Emma's eyes narrowed, "Are you sure?" She needed reassurance that he was okay. He nodded, "Just some little back pains." Emma's eyes filled with relief, "You will be fine, okay?" “You will be fine okay,” she said, as she cupped his face, her touch gentle. He nodded, his eyes trusting. She helped him sit up straight, her hands supporting his back. Her brother's smile weakened, and his eyes fluttered closed, his face pale. Emma's heart raced, her fears resurfacing.Marcus's smile was a brief moment of comfort before Emma's attention was drawn back to her brother's suffering. She rubbed his hands, trying to offer what little comfort she could, her lips bitten shut to hold back tears. When Marcus asked if he wanted to eat, her brother's response sent a wave of worry crashing over her. "No, I can't. My stomach
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
Marcus's expression turned determined, his eyes locked on Emma's desperate face. "I'll get it from them," he said, his voice firm. Emma's eyes widened, her voice trembling, "Are you serious? Please don't joke, please." Marcus's face softened, "I'm not joking, I meant it." Emma's gratitude poured out as she hugged him tightly, "Thank you, thank you so much." Marcus hugged her back, "It's nothing, don't worry." He then turned to the doctor, "Try to keep him stable, I'll try to get the cure as soon as possible." The doctor nodded, "Okay, no problem, but you need to hurry, time is running out." Marcus nodded, his jaw set in determination, "I will, I promise." The weight of the task settled on his shoulders, but he was willing to risk everything to save Emma's brother.Marcus pulled Emma into a warm embrace, "Take care of yourself and your brother," he said, his voice filled with concern. Emma nodded, her eyes welling up with tears, "Thank you, you don't know how much this means to