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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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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
