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Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 156: THE MONSTER SHE CREATED
Karen Shapiro stared at her phone screen, annoyed. She had been trying to reach him for sometime now, but it was clear that he was ignoring her texts. She had even tried to call him, but it was all the same outcome. She had only sent him to scare her, but she was afraid. She knew that within, Brown Darius was a very dark human being. She had seen it in his eyes. He was a man that hated not having to use his freedom of speech, a man that hated the fact that there were even people out there with tongues. It was crazy because she knew she was right. When she had given him the motorcycle, she hadn't liked the look she had seen in his eyes, the gleam of satisfaction. He was clearly a sucker that had been deprived of attention for so long, and now that he had seen it, she felt he was going to abuse it. But Karen Shapiro knew that there was no one else perfect for the job. The scars on Brown Darius only made him more scary than usual, and she knew that only him could make her scared.
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 157: FRAYED EDGES
“He wrote that Mark had to do what he was supposed to do in order for me to see Atticus again. He also wrote something about you taking important steps to get Atticus back. What are those important steps, Mark? Look at me!” But Mark Darius couldn't look her in the eye. Karen Shapiro wasn't only having the upper hand, she was tormenting and torturing those that cared for him and loved him as well. Karen Shapiro was taking her game to the highest level, and she was daring him to play. He was ashamed, because he knew that truly, the ball was in his court. For him to rescue Atticus, he had to act according to Karen Shapiro's wishes. He had to do as she said. “What are the steps, Mark?” Steeling himself for what was going to come next, he frowned, knowing that in as much as he loved her, he also wanted her to see his own perspective, and hear his own side of the story. “She sent me a red box yesterday, Farida. She said I should come to the bar next Friday to discuss how we could
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 158: A DETECTIVE'S STARTING POINT
Derek Campton waited in the darkness of his car, staring at the house of Karen Shapiro that had been brought to his notice by his client. He rubbed his hair in worry, looking at the house, staring at the men that came out of it and entered after smoking or urinating. He had been staring at the house for hours. As soon as he had heard the name Karen Shapiro, he knew that his client was onto something. Karen Shapiro was the same woman that he had been after for years, a woman that had disguised as a man. A woman that had killed some of his clients and even cheated them when she was meant to compensate them. He had heard the name before. If not for anything, she was a menace. A menace not only to the society, but to the people that even worked with her. It was a crazy thing to see, how according to Mark she had abducted a little boy, involving him and his mother in a game that was played between both of them. Derek found it highly offensive. Why involve a little boy and his mot
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 159: FRIDAY NIGHT
When Mark Darius left his bed that Friday morning, he knew why he felt sick and why his body felt weirdly heavy. It had been at the back of his mind for days, the fact that the day had come when he was supposed to meet with Karen Shapiro. He couldn't believe it, that even though he had been okay a few weeks ago, he was far from being okay at the moment. His life was a mess, and for days, he hadn't been able to make it to his office, finding excuses to make up for not being there. He was supposed to meet Karen Shapiro in the Splendid bar by evening time, and he decided to visit Farida in her office that afternoon. The fact that she was still going to work despite what had happened told him of the strength of her character. She was strong, she was brave. The fact that she had also decided to take his advice not to go to the police was soothing. It meant that he could settle the matter without involving the eyes of the police, and endangering Atticus or Farida in any way. When he
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 160: MORE PLANS
Karen Shapiro smiled at Atticus but the young boy only frowned in response, then averted his gaze and focus to the toy that was in his hand. She smiled once again, then fiddled with her phone. Gonzalez was in the room, and so was Brown. Seeing Brown Darius made her happy. The fact that even Mark Darius's own blood was against him and would do anything to bring him down was a relief. She was also smiling because she acknowledged that indeed, Brown Darius was a stupid man. How could he not put two and two and see that she was the one that had sent Scar to cut off his tongue. How could he not see that she was the mastermind, that she was the one that had planned it all along? She wondered how he had worked for her for so long. He was obviously so ignorant and a little bit sick in the head that he couldn't see what was in front of him. Or had his injured tongue impaired his brain and his thinking too? It wasn't her problem now, she thought, picking up Atticus's toy from the floor, s
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 161: A MOTHER'S DETERMINATION
“Derek Campton is too dangerous to be allowed to walk the streets. He knows a lot, and I can only assure you that what he knows will only come back to hurt us if we don't do something about him as soon as possible.” Gonzalez nodded, then scratched the back of his neck. Karen could see that he was scared. He was trying to know what was going to happen. He had probably heard of Derek Campton's heroics, and was too afraid to go into dangerous waters. But Karen Shapiro was going to force him to do so, whether he liked it or not. She was going to make sure that Derek Campton was out of the way completely, and he wasn't going to be a problem or an obstacle in any way. “He's going to be a dangerous one, number one. Are you certain that I should do this? That I should do as you have said?” Looking out of the windows and at the undergrowth that was growing even though it had only been mowed the week before, Karen Shapiro nodded. She was going to do anything to make sure that Mark Dariu
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 162: THE HUNTER AND THE HUNTED
Derek Campton stared at his computer, excited. He had been talking to a street urchin that he had met in the park, and he liked what he had been told. Karen Shapiro was the one supplying drugs to the majority of the street gangs. He had only promised the young man, Raphael a few bucks and he had started spilling. It was strange because it actually took them more than that to talk, but he could tell that Rapheal was frustrated. Apparently, Karen Shapiro charged too high for her percentage. And they still had to buy regardless, because her drugs were the real deal. They were quality, gotten directly from Mexico which was the base of good and quality stuff like the one Karen presented them with. Derek had managed to record the session, and heating the young lad's voice on his computer made him excited. It told him one thing; that he was slowly catching up with Karen Shapiro. All he had to do now was have evidence that she was with Atticus. If he could find that out, then he would
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 163: THE RUSSIAN MENACE
By the time they fired two more times, it was clear that they would soon be out of bullets. What Derek Campton didn't know was if his opponent brought another magazine with him. His other magazine was in his bedroom, and Derek Campton knew that trying to cross the hallway to get it was death itself. Leaning against the door, he breathed hard, his breath coming in short gasps and spurts. Derek Campton knew one thing for sure. For the first time in his life, he was actually staring at death in the face, and he was defying it too. The problem was how long he was going to continue doing it, how long he was going to continue staring at death in the face and defying it without caring about the consequences. When he fired again, he tried the trigger again, then inhaled sharply as the gravity of his situation became clear to him. He was out of bullets, and his magazine was in the bedroom. He had been counting his opponent's shots too, and he could tell that he must have also exhausted
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