The Amazing Marcus Puth

God of vengeance!!!

“Do you want more?” Owen asked Amayah as she devoured her chicken pie. She shook her head indicating ‘No’ and Owen nodded.

Amayah and Owen were at the police station waiting for Marcus. Amayah was the impatient one, she could not wait to deal with Marcus and showed him who was the real boss. The fact that Katherine had humiliated her in front of everyone was what was hurting Amayah.

“Do you need anything, sir?” A police man asked if possible, this was the hundredth time he was asking this question.

“No, if I need anything, I would call you,” Owen responded, nonchalantly and the policeman nodded, bowing slightly.

“Sir, we promise to make that man what is his name again?” The policeman asked.

“Loser Marcus,” one of his colleagues answered, and they all burst into laughter.

“We will avenge, sir. If he doesn't pay, we will lock him up,” the first policeman said, and his colleague nodded his head in support.

“We both know he won't have money to pay,” another chimed in, laughing, and Owen chuckled.

“Lock him up in jail for twenty years, until he crawls on his knees, begging for my forgiveness,” Owen said, his voice low and dangerous as he clenched his fists together.

“Your wish is our command boss,” They responded, shining their yellow teeth. They were trying to be on Owen's good side because they wanted promotion and money. Rumor has it, that he's not only rich but very influential.

“Thank you darling,” Amayah said, smiling. 

“For what dear?” Owen asked, his voice piqued with curiosity.

“For taking this case seriously.” Amayah responded. Owen leaned, and his lips crashed on Amayah's lips.

 At this moment, Marcus had entered the police station, and his face twisted with disgust when he saw both of them. He couldn't believe this was his Amayah, a lady who had once criticized ladies who followed men like Owen because of money, was now the one doing it. 

The policeman cleared his throat, and Owen and Amayah broke apart. Owen looked up and when his eyes met with Marcus, he let out a loud mocking laughter, whilst Marcus stood there, his expression difficult to read.

Owen stood up, and he began to encircle Marcus, his hands crossed at his back. “Who’s now in control? I warned you not to cross my path,” Owen said, his voice dripping with venom.

Marcus's expression deepened. “I was not the one that crashed your so-called car, It’s unreasonable for you all to arrest me!” He said, his voice high-pitched.

And Amayah scoffed, she hated the fact he was not begging but rather trying to defend himself despite the tension in the room.

“Attitude, pull it off and admit your mistakes.” She said Marcus's gaze darted to her for a while, and he shook his head. 

“Don’t stress yourself babe, I will handle him,” Owen responded, a smirk tugged at his lips and Amayah nodded, smiling.

Owen stopped encircling Marcus and stopped at his front. “You were the one who instigated Katherine, or whatever they call her. So you must compensate for my loss. If you can’t compensate me, then you will be locked up in jail for twenty years or even more,” he said, with a sly smile.

The chief of the police entered inside and everyone bowed down for him except: Owen, Amayah and Marcus.

 The mere sight of Marcus made him angry. He hated the fact that he was handsome, tall, and he felt that Marcus had attitudes because he was handsome. He was determined to teach him that being handsome without money was useless.

“Marcus puth, I guess that’s your full name?” The chief police man asked, and Marcus nodded, “Good if you confess to your sins, I will lessen your punishment. Otherwise you will have to face our wrath!”

Marcus snorted, “I need to make a phone call,” he said.

The chief of police let out a taunting, harsh laugh. “I love your nerves. I can’t grant you that request.”

“You'll regret this decision,” Marcus said, his tone firm and unwavering. The chief police officer sneered, his face twisting into a mask of rage.

 “How dare you threaten me?” he roared, his fists clenched at his sides. But Marcus did not flinch, nor did he beg. He stood his ground, his gaze never wavering. The police officer's eyes narrowed, his anger rising. 

“Take him to the interrogation room!” he barked, his voice cracking with emotion. But still, Marcus remained calm, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

Owen and Amayah began to laugh out loud, they thought Marcus was in trouble right now. The chief police officer called Owen and Amayah to a corner.

“I will retrieve Marcus personnel files and framed his confession, that way he would be locked up in jail.”

“Thanks, I appreciate,” Owen said, and the chief police officer nodded his head. To him, this was no longer Owen’s battle, but also his. He knew Marcus's type, and he knew how to tame them.

He walked towards his office and locked the door, so that no one would interrupt him.  The chief policeman opened his computer and pulled up Marcus's personnel file. It was sparse, with only a few basic details listed. No criminal record, no history of violence or trouble making. The chief police officer couldn't help but laugh. 

“Owen wasn't lying,” he said to himself. “Marcus is nobody. Just a regular person with no special skills or abilities, it would be far too easy to deal with him.”  

However, at this time, in another dark room, filled with computers and monitors, an alarm blared, the shrill sound cutting through the silence. A man sat in front of one of the monitors, his eyes darting from screen to screen. He was sweating, his hands trembling as he reached for the phone and dialed a number. His voice was time-sensitive as he spoke into the receiver.

 "General, someone is checking the God of vengeance file!”