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Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 114: KAREN GAME'S TURNED OVER HER
When she moaned, he ran his hand up and down the fabric of her dress, then stopped himself just in time, when her hand went for his trousers. He had her just where he wanted. Karen Shapiro might be playing a game, but there was no doubt that she was attracted to him, that she had wanted him. That she was eager to have all of him. “Karen, we're at a parking lot! My God, who knew you could be this freaky?” The smile that followed was a shy one, and Mark found himself trying to decipher the meaning of her smile. She laughed, and he joined in. She then hugged him, drawing him close. He drew in the scent of her shampoo, then smiled evilly. Karen Shapiro, he thought inwardly, two could play that game. “There,” she said, disengaging from the hug, “Now you also have a bit of champagne over your lovely tuxedo as well.” He laughed, forcing the laughter out of his lips even though the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was ever persistent. “Champagne couple it is, yes?” “Def
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 115: REGROUP
Karen Shapiro stared at the men that were in her sitting room. Out of the dozen men that had been sent over to Mark Darius's house to participate in the ambush, only five had returned. Five men! How was that possible? How had a plan that she had crafted so well, so beautifully become loose? Who had exposed her plans? Someone had destroyed her plans, and she was going to find out who it was. She stared at Scar, whose face fell. At that moment, she knew he was disappointed with himself. He wasn't used to being defeated, and she could see that the display of remorse on his face was actually real. He wasn't pretending, and yes, he probably wasn't the mole. He was cleared off her suspect's list. “Scar! Do you care to explain this? Are you going to tell me how a dozen men who I sent over to the Darius residence for an ambush are returning with only five men? How is this even possible?” When he didn't speak immediately, she snatched a gun from an armed man and brandished it at h
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 116: THE DOWNFALL OF MARK DARIUS
Sitting with an injured Scar whose wounds had now been tended to, Karen Shapiro found her mind racing. She was thinking deeply, a glass of brandy in her right hand. She had given a glass to Scar, who was sipping it slowly, scratching his beard. The tiredness was on his face, the weariness and the need for sleep. But as far as he was concerned, he had sent for her, and he was to report to her no matter what. That was why he was drinking with her even though he was probably supposed to be in his bed, resting. “How many men were at the Darius residence, Scar?” Scar scratched his head, and Karen stared at him with intent, knowing that he was probably about to lie. She was ready to confront him, she was ready to point out the lies in his face and refute them. Even though Scar's reputation exceeded him, she wasn't afraid of him. In turn , they were afraid of her, a woman. They were afraid of her authority, of the power she wielded. They were afraid of how a woman seemed to command
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 117: A MIRACLE
When Brown Darius woke up, he was blinded momentarily by the bright rays of the sun that had managed to enter the room despite the edges of the shutters trying in vain to restrict it from doing so. He shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them, squinting before opening them fully. The air stank of antiseptic and bleach, and he inhaled, wondering where he was for a moment. Where was he? When he turned and found out that he could barely move, everything that had happened to him in the past few hours seemed to return to him in waves. The breakout. The race against time and for his life. Almost getting crushed by a train. Being knocked out by a man he didn't know. He shivered in fear even though it was vaguely warm, for he had just escaped the clutches of death. For him to be in the room and on the hospital bed where he was, alive, was a very big miracle. Worst of all, he knew that he didn't even deserve to be alive. That was how bad it seemed to be. He had committed so many h
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 118: TIME TO PLAY PRETEND
Mark Darius stared at Sergei, the man who had almost given his life for his protection and safety. In Sergei, he saw a friend, a companion, a guardian and his security all in one. He looked better than he had looked yesterday, and the light in the room cast a pleasant countenance on his face. He looked genuinely happy, and Mark Darius knew that he was happy because not only had he succeeded in defending him yesterday, he was also happy because he was alive. “Good morning, Sergei. How do you feel this morning?” “Strangely good. I assure you, it'll take me only a few days to become as fit as I was a few days ago. Right now, I believe I can walk comfortably even though I'm in pain. This isn't the first time I'm taking a bullet, and I doubt it will be the last, Mr Darius.” Mark Darius scratched his chin, listening to the man that was in charge of his life and had saved him from the outstretched and impending hands of death. Even if he wanted to boast for days, Mark knew that he wa
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 119: WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING
Karen Shapiro lit a cigarette, then took a deep drag. She billowed smoke into the air, then tapped her chest. God, she had needed that. Cigarettes helped with her anxiety and her apprehension. And most times, she didn't carry them around, but she always kept at least a pack or two at home. They came in handy. Just like they were coming in handy at the moment. She wished that it was already three days time. In three days was when the Israeli mercenaries were going to arrive. In three days was when she was going to attack Mark Darius in a way that he was never going to expect. In three days, she was going to go level on points with him. She took another drag from her cigarette, savouring the menthol flavor. It tasted good, it made the cold that seemed to plague the city nonexistent. She made a mental note to buy another pack and replace it for urgent times like these. She could only imagine what she could do with the men her Israeli friends would send. They were going to be wa
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 120: PRETENSE AT IT'S BEST
“So when are you going to be free again, Karen? I truly miss you, and words cannot explain how much I do. We need to have another date, and as soon as possible.” Mark Darius was in his home, having finished his dinner. He had eaten late because he had spent the entire day with Sergei. He deserved it. He deserved his attention and more, for laying his life down for his safety and protection. As soon as he had finished eating, he had put his plans into action. Just like Sergei had advised, it was better to strike first. It was better for him to know her men and where they were located. He wanted to diminish their strength and their working force. That was going to be a huge step forward in the Shapiro game he was playing. That was why he was calling her, pretending he loved hearing the sound of her voice, pretending that he loved listening to her talk. It was all a lie. He was playing her game, and from her replies, he was certain he was finally catching up to her. If there was
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 121: A MOTHER'S EXACERBATION
Everyday, Margaret Woods stared at what her life had become and hated herself. She hated herself because in her quest for money, because in her greed, she had guided her daughter into where she was at the moment. There was no other person to be blamed apart from her. If only she had taken care of her daughter in the right way, if only she had abandoned her schemes and focused on her daughter using her photography skills to earn some money for herself instead of prancing around after Billionaires and rich men. It was too late now, she was too late. Her daughter, Elena, was in the prison while she remained at home, unable to eat, unable to sleep and unable to do anything because her subconscious was beating her, because her conscience was taking her for a ride. She hated every part she had to play in her daughter's life, and she wished she could take back the hands of time. It was impossible. It wasn't going to happen. What had happened had happened, and there was no taking it
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CHAPTER 194: THE VERDICT
EPILOGUE : A YEAR LATER The courtroom was filled with apprehension and tension. From a mile away, one could observe and note the seriousness of the faces, how enraptured they seemed to be. The silence in the courtroom could be broken by just a pin drop, and everyone was rapt with attention, staring at the judge, the jury, the hideous criminal with beautiful eyes, slender waist, a beautiful body and the prettiest of faces, but with a heart darker than the devil's. The entire city was out for her, and everybody in the room was dying for justice to take its course. The entire courtroom was filled to the brim, and even from the outside, people were peering through the windows. It was the largest court in the city, but the turn up had been so massive that people had to look from the windows. That was the kind of reception that Karen Shapiro had garnered. A lot of people had heard her story, the murders she had committed, and how she had controlled the underworld of crime. She wa
CHAPTER 193: THE PILL CALLED REGRET
In the days that followed, Jenett Darius felt as if she was living in a dream. She could barely respond to questions that were thrown her way, and she knew it made the chief of police genuinely worried because of the agreement she had made to testify against Karen Shapiro in the court. How was she going to be able to do that when her purpose of living was no more? When her son was no more, the child that she had birthed hadn't even lived to experience the remorse that she was feeling? The removal of the guilt that had filled her chest by turning herself in? On a sunny Monday morning, she was shocked to find the chief of police opening the door to her cell. She jolted awake, and so did Margaret Woods. She had barely spoken to Margaret since she had heard the news of her son's death, and all she had wanted was for death to snatch her too. But no matter how much she wished for it, it never seemed to come. Death knew that it wasn't time for her to go, and it was playing its part by r
CHAPTER 192: AGAINST ALL ODDS
But Karen Shapiro was in no state to do what she had conjured in her mind. She was brought down by a simple Roundhouse kick, and her head was pinned to the floor as the cold metal of the handcuffs clamped on her wrists. Karen Shapiro was bundled back into her room, just like the common criminal she was. ********* When Mark Darius came to consciousness, he instantly found out that his side was hurting and that he was in a hospital. The dream he had been having was the same one that had tormented him during the previous nights, Karen Shapiro pursuing him endlessly with a knife, her screams making him terrified and making him perspire profusely. By the time he managed to sit up in the white, comfortable bed he was in, he was covered in a sheen of sweat. He also acknowledged immediately that the bed he was lying in wasn't his, and that his room didn't have a speck of blue in it. He had always been a green and orange color person from the start. And those were the colors that flound
CHAPTER 191: GAME OVER
When Karen Shapiro came to consciousness, the first thing she recognized was the continuous beeping of the heart monitor machine next to her and the needle that was in her skin. Her head felt as if it had been pounded upon severally and her eyes wanted to close of their own accord. Where was she? What had happened to her? For all she knew about her being in a blue and white room that stank of drugs and antiseptic, she knew within her that she was missing something. Something was wrong. She wasn't supposed to be in the room that she was, and she knew it. But she couldn't place it. At that same moment, the door opened, revealing a nurse in a white uniform that bore kind, brown eyes. Her hair was covered with a nursing cap, and when she smiled, it was cheerful and broad, seeming to light up the whole room. It made Karen Shapiro smile slightly even though she clearly didn't want to, even though her head felt as if a thousand nails had been drilled into it. The nurse proceeded
CHAPTER 190: A MOTHER'S TORMENT
Swallowing, he spoke those dreaded words that Jenett Darius heard in her nightmares for days, those words that seemed to stick in her mind, that had left a firm imprint in her soul. “I'm afraid your son has been found dead amongst the bodies of the dead in the aftermath of the Splendid bar shooting. He was alive when the ambulance left the bar, but he was confirmed dead on arrival at the hospital. He died from several gunshot wounds.” He paused, and Jenett Darius could only hear the blood pounding in her ears and the hammering of her chest. She couldn't believe it, she was hoping it wasn't true. But it was reality, the cuffs on her hands were real and the chief was still standing in front of her. “I'm sorry that I'm the one that has come to you bearing this sad news, Miss Jenett. I wish I could take it back, but it has already happened.” When she didn't speak, he ventured further, touching her lightly on the shoulder. It was clear that he wanted her to say something, to at least
CHAPTER 189: THE AFTERMATH
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
CHAPTER 188: THE CONFESSION
“I can drive you to the station. I believe one of the staff can help to look after Atticus. He's eating, and as far as food is involved, he's good to go.” Sergei stared at her, slightly worried. He was just a little bit different. Even in the urgency of the moment, he was rethinking things, making sure that he wasn't leaving out any detail. He was very observant, and she could see why Mark had maintained his service throughout the years. “Are you sure? You should rest, take a shower. I assure you that Mark will be alright. He knows how to take care of himself, fight his battles if you know what I mean.” She nodded, knowing that she would do anything to know that Mark was safe and sound. He had fought for Atticus, and it was up to her to do the same for him. She would gladly do it without blinking or hesitation. “I'm certain. I need to be sure that Mark is safe and that Karen hasn't killed him yet.” Sergei nodded, finally acknowledging her pleas to follow him. He had carefully c
CHAPTER 187: LOOKING FOR MARK
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
CHAPTER 186: BEATING THE ODDS
But it was clear that Mark Darius was having none of it. His mind was made up, and he stared at her, his gun very much active in his hand. He was going to use it, no matter what she said. “I can give you the contract right now.” Mark Darius smiled instead, as if he knew of her plans to bolt and do something unpredictable like she had done a few minutes ago. He looked purely ready for her, her antics and whatever she was going to try next. “You should've thought about that before trying to shoot me, Karen Shapiro.” And with those words, he fired. It was a single shot, and the bullet pierced her upper arm in a jolt that sent her to the floor, holding her now bleeding hand. At that moment, Mark Darius let out a cry. He had fallen to the floor, and the gun was out of his hand. Staring at him in pain, Karen Shapiro could see that he was in pain. He was clutching his side, his knuckles completely white. Despite her bleeding arm, the sight of Mark Darius in pain seemed to give her st
