As the men surrendered, Kathrine sprinted towards Marcus' prone form, sinking to her knees beside him. "Boss," she murmured, her voice thick with concern as she reached out to steady him.A small team of soldiers joined her, swiftly lifting Marcus from the ground and carrying him away. From a distance, Kathrine noticed Marcus' phone, abandoned on the floor. In a swift move, she dashed across the room, snatching up the device and holding it close to her chest, a silent promise to destroy this morons.With a cold efficiency, the general corralled the men, transporting them to a hidden compound that only Marcus had the power to unlock. Meanwhile, Kathrine hastened Marcus' journey to the covert facility, a place of healing and sanctuary reserved for only the highest-ranking members of their organization.The medical staff swung into action, tending to Marcus' injuries with the urgency of a battlefield medic. Kathrine lingered in the shadows, a silent sentinel, her heart weighed with worr
"Boss, you need to rest," Kathrine said, bowing her head. Marcus shook his head."If I sleep, they'll be free. I need to cut their wings now," he said. The others nodded.Marcus looked at General, who had been silent. "Get the weapons ready for me," he commanded.General bowed down. "Yes, Lord," he said and left the room.Only Kathrine and Marcus remained. Marcus gently removed the IV from his hand. "I don't need this," Marcus muttered and rose, swaying on his feet. Kathrine rushed to support him but he waved her off. "Leave me. I want to feel every damn pain," he groaned, his eyes hard and determined. Kathrine took a step back, her hands folded at her front, respecting his wishes.Kathrine knew that the perpetrators would pay for their actions. Marcus had endured too much to allow them to escape justice. As the nurse entered and saw Marcus standing, she froze, her mouth agape. "God of Vengeance, you should be resting," she whispered, her voice quivering.Marcus's eyes narrowed. "
Kathrine entered with a steaming pot, her footsteps hushed against the stone floor. Placing it on the table, she withdrew, eyes downcast. Marcus's smile, a twisted masterpiece, gleamed in the dim light."Chill, dude," he mocked, his tone dripping with derision. The prisoner shivered, his eyes darting to the water, his mind racing with the possibilities of what it could mean.Marcus plucked a spoon from the pot, the utensil clinking against the metal. Steam snaked upwards, enveloping his face in an ethereal mist."Very hot," Marcus murmured, his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation. With a ruthless efficiency, he hoisted the prisoner to his feet, the terrified man's pleas falling on deaf ears. In a swift, brutal motion, Marcus plunged the victim's face into the boiling water. The man's screams erupted, the sound echoing off the walls, a visceral symphony of pain. A sadistic grin contorted Marcus's face as the prisoner writhed, his body thrashing in a futile attempt to escape.With
Marcus turned his back on Kathrine, his footsteps carrying him away from the dimly lit room. In his room, he donned a hoodie, its fabric a shroud of darkness. With practiced efficiency, he drew the hood over his face, a shield against prying eyes.“This is just the beginning,” he murmured to himself, his breath a mist in the air. He pocketed his keys, his fingers curling around the cold metal. He got into his car and drove a short-distance away from the fleeing prisoner, who was sprinting towards the club with labored breath and pounding footsteps echoing through the night air. The prisoner's desperate gaze darted around the dark streets as he raced to brief his master on the latest developments and devise a plan. Unbeknownst to the prisoner, Marcus was tailing him, keeping a discreet distance as he followed him to his destination, his eyes fixed intently on the figure ahead.Marcus parked his car and continued following the prisoner on foot, keeping a safe distance behind him. Whe
Marcus stepped out of his room, and Sandra stood up, walking towards him. She was surprised to see him already dressed and looked at him quizzically. "I thought you wanted to shower and rest?" she asked, her eyes scanning him. He smiled, drawing her close. "No, I have something important to tackle," he said. "At the office?" she asked, and he shook his head. "No, not now. I have less time. I will talk to you when I return," he said, and she nodded, still looking confused.Marcus's phone rang, displaying Kathrine's name on the caller ID. He apologized to Sandra, "Sorry, I have to take this call." Without waiting for her response, he stepped aside and answered, "What's the update?" Kathrine replied, "Boss, we're waiting for you." He smiled and said, "I'll be there in a jiffy." He ended the call and walked back to Sandra, saying, "Take care, I'll be right back." She waved goodbye as he left. Marcus's expression turned serious, hinting at an urgent matter. Sandra's confusion lingere
"What's happening?" Her voice was laced with confusion, her mind racing to understand the sudden turn of events. The stranger's demand sent a chill down her spine, and she wondered if their plan had been compromised. Marcus's expression remained calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of concern, as he subtly gestured for her to continue the dance.Kathrine remained frozen, her eyes fixed on the stranger, until Marcus's harsh tone snapped her back to reality. "Kathrine, I said you should keep dancing!" She mechanically grasped the pole and continued her dance, her movements stiff and awkward. Meanwhile, Marcus adjusted his face, donning a charming smile, and picked up a drink from the nearby tray. He turned around, spiking the drink with a subtle move, and walked towards the stranger, offering it to him with a friendly gesture. The stranger took the drink, unaware of the danger lurking within, and Marcus smiled as he walked away, his eyes never leaving Kathrine.Marcus realized he nee
Adams sat in his private room, observing the scene unfold before him. To his astonishment, Marcus, whom he had instructed his men to handle, was seated in the chair, bearing scars that only became apparent upon closer inspection. Adams' eyes widened in disbelief; he was certain he had given orders to dispose of Marcus. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed the geng leader's number, but the call went unanswered. The silence only added to Adams' growing unease and confusion.Adams dialed the number again, and this time, the leader answered. "Bastard, where the fuck are you?" Adams growled. The voice on the other end replied, "Sir, sir, he escaped from our hands. We're looking for him." Adams let out a furious hiss. "The bastard is at the club. Send your men here," he commanded. The voice responded, "Yes, sir," before ending the call. Adams tossed his phone aside, frustrated. He hadn't anticipated the situation taking such an unexpected turn. "This is crazy," he groaned, rubbing
"You drive me crazy," Adams exclaimed, his frustration evident. Kathrine chuckled, her eyes secretly pleading for Marcus to intervene and rescue her. As Adams continued to unbutton her clothes and leaned in for a kiss, Kathrine closed her eyes and whispered, "Lord of vengeance, where are you?" But Adams paused, detecting something amiss. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. Kathrine quickly shook her head, forcing a fake smile. "Nothing," she replied, trying to conceal her true thoughts. Adams's eyes narrowing, unsure what to make of Kathrine’s sudden whisper.Kathrine, sensing Adams' heightened arousal, wrapped her legs around his waist and teased his member with a tantalizing sway of her hips. A guttural groan escaped Adams' throat as he unclasped her bra, releasing her breasts into his waiting hands. Just as they neared the point of no return, the door burst open with a thunderous bang. Adams' head snapped around, his eyes blazing with rage as he
Marcus dropped the gun on Grey's chest, covering his face with his hands before standing up and pulling his hair back. He walked away, got into his car, and drove off, lost in thought.As he arrived home, he rested his head on the steering wheel, wondering how he would face his parents. He was still reeling from the revelation that his parents, whom he had believed were dead, were actually alive.With a sigh, he stepped out of the car and locked it, noticing the eerie silence. As he entered the house, he flipped on the light switch, and suddenly, everyone screamed "Surprise!"Marcus flinched, taken aback by the sudden noise and the sea of faces before him. He was surrounded by loved ones, all holding flowers and balloons, their faces beaming with joy."What's going on?" Marcus asked, genuinely surprised, and they all smiled.Sandra stepped forward, beaming. "Since your parents are alive, I thought of doing a little celebration to mark the happy news," she explained, and everyone nodde
"I should be the one saying that," Grey sneered, laughing evilly. Marcus stared at him, his eyes blazing with fury, as he moved forward."You dare think of hurting my parents?" Marcus growled.Grey shrugged. "That's the rule of the street: kill to survive."Marcus shook his head in disgust. "Not your own blood, Grey. He was your elder brother, and you dared to do this to him?"Grey smirked. "Spare me the crap, Marcus. You would have done the same if you were in my shoes. It's survival. The rule is to survive. Your father thought he could have all the good things in life and make me his puppet? Never. I took control of my own destiny."Marcus scoffed. "Take control of your destiny? You call this control? Locking up your own family, manipulating and using them for your own gain?"Grey didn't answer, he just shrugged his shoulders, his expression unrepentant."You know one of the things I hate?" Marcus asked, his eyes blazing with anger as he stared at Grey."What?" Grey asked, a hint of
The next day, after breakfast, Marcus set out to Grey's house, parking his car at a distance. He put on his hoodie and stepped out, glancing around cautiously before walking towards the gate. To his surprise, it swung open with ease, suggesting Grey had forgotten to lock it. Marcus entered, still looking over his shoulder, and pushed open the creaky front door.As he stepped inside, his eyes scanned the empty rooms, his gaze darting everywhere. The house seemed abandoned, with no signs of life or warmth. Marcus let out a sigh, confusion etched on his face. Why did Grey's house look like no one lived there?He began to climb the stairs, trying to be careful not to make a sound, his senses heightened as he ventured deeper into the house.Marcus stood in the middle of the house, his eyes scanning the area, trying to locate the source of the mysterious noise he had heard earlier. He finally found the room, but it was locked. He searched for something to open the door, but found nothing
Sandra groaned, trying to sit up, and Marcus rushed to her side, helping her into a comfortable position. She gave him a weak smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Leaning back against the pillow, she whispered, "Thank you."Marcus nodded, adjusting the pillow for her. The silence between them was awkward, until Marcus cleared his throat, forcing Sandra to look at him. "I want to ask a personal question," he said, his eyes locked on hers.Sandra nodded weakly, "Go on."Marcus held her hands, his voice filled with emotion. "Have you ever thought of marriage?" he asked, his eyes searching for answers.Sandra smiled weakly, but this time, it reached her eyes. "Does it matter?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Marcus nodded, urging her to answer. "Please, answer me. Have you ever thought of marriage?" he asked again, his voice filled with longing.Sandra chuckled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Why are you so interested? When did you begin to care?" she asked, her voice
"What?!" Marcus exclaimed, stunned, and Katherine nodded, swallowing hard. "The report came in when you left to find her," she said, her voice trembling. "It showed that she's carrying a child." Marcus gasped, cursing under his breath as he rubbed his hair in disbelief. "No, no, no," he muttered, shaking his head. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He didn't need a DNA test to know the child was his. Overwhelmed, Marcus collapsed to the floor, covering his face with his hands. He felt angry at himself, frustrated that he couldn't protect his own child. "I couldn't be there for my own child... what kind of father am I?" he mumbled, slapping himself in despair. Katherine rushed to his side, trying to calm him down. "Stop, Marcus, please," she begged, but he shook her off. "No, I have failed," he repeated, slapping himself harder. "I have failed as a father. What kind of father am I?" he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. Katherine paused, taken aback by his word
Amayah seized the opportunity to escape, dashing outside as Marcus was distracted. She spotted Owen and rushed towards him, relief washing over her. "Baby, let's get out of here! Marcus is crazy!" she begged, tugging on Owen's arm.But Owen didn't budge. Instead, he pulled her close, his hands gripping her waist tightly. "How did you think I ended up here?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.Amayah swallowed hard, confusion etched on her face. "I don't get it," she stammered.Owen let out an evil laugh. "You're truly dumb," he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.Amayah's eyes widened as the pieces clicked into place. "Wait, you... you tracked me here?" she asked, disbelief etched on her face.Owen nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Amayah tried to step back, but he caught her, holding her tight. She was trapped, and Owen's grip only tightened as he reveled in his sinister triumph."I didn't just track you here," Owen sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "
Amayah sprang to her feet, tears streaming down her face. "Johnson, please don't hurt me!" she begged, her voice trembling.Johnson's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing. How could she betray him like this?Amayah held up her hands, pleading. "Please don't rape me!" she sobbed.Johnson's expression turned incredulous. "Are you out of your mind?" he demanded, but Amayah ignored him, her eyes fixed on him with a desperate, crying gaze.She reached out a hand, as if to touch him, but Johnson recoiled, backing away from her. "You foolish woman," he sneered. "You think you can put on this act?"But before he could finish, Marcus stormed over, his face a mask of fury. He grabbed Johnson's collar, yanking him forward, and delivered a swift, powerful blow.Marcus lifted Johnson up again, his fists flying in a flurry of punches. "How dare you think of laying your hands on Sandra!" he growled, each blow landing with precision and force.Johnson stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear, before
Amayah quickly stepped out, her flashlight casting a bright beam as she descended from the porch and circled the house. But she saw no one. As she turned around, she collided with a chest and let out a startled shout.Johnson swiftly covered her mouth, whispering, "Shh!"Amayah pushed him away, her expression disgusted. "You scared me!"Johnson raised his hands in defense. "Not my intention."Amayah rolled her eyes. "Did you see anyone?" Johnson asked, and she shook her head."No," she replied.Johnson nodded. "Maybe it was just one of these animals."As he dragged her inside, Amayah couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching them. She wanted to express her concerns, but knew Johnson would only dismiss her. So she kept quiet, her unease growing with each passing moment.As they entered, they covered their noses in disgust, realizing that Sandra had urinated on herself. Amayah's anger flared, and she walked up to Sandra, giving her a dirty slap. But instead of cowering, S
Amayah felt a sudden sense of unease, as if she was being followed. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, shining her torch into the darkness. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice firm but laced with a hint of fear.Owen, hiding behind a tree, held his breath, hoping not to be discovered. Amayah took a step closer, her torchlight dancing across the trees, mere inches from Owen's face. Just as she was about to shine the light directly on him, her phone rang, breaking the tension.The ID card flashed "Johnson" on the screen, and Amayah let out a sigh before answering. "What's up?" she asked, turning away from Owen's hiding spot."Where are you?" Johnson's voice asked, his tone laced with concern."Close," Amayah replied, glancing around nervously. "I felt someone chasing after me."Johnson chuckled. "It's just your mind playing games with you. Who would be awake at this time?"Amayah nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "Fine, I'll hasten my steps."As she ended th