She had the upper hand, and she knew that Mark Darius could only resist the power of her men for a few more minutes. Not only were they outnumbered, her men possessed more weapons. Karen Shapiro found herself wondering if shooting Mark Darius meant that was the last time she was going to see him alive. *************** When Derek Campton heard the first gunshot, he knew that it was only a matter of time before his client was going to be caught up in the crosshairs of fire. He knew that Mark Darius wasn't the perfect shot, and that was what worried him. Just then, he heard the roar of a car, and when he looked in that direction, he smiled. The private detectives that had been sent his way had come at the right time. Quickly racing to the car, he acknowledged the first two men that stepped out from the car with their guns at the ready. It was Connor and Gary, the two men that he had undergone detective training with. Just like him, they were very good shots, and he secretly ho
But deep within her, Jenett knew that her son needed her. Since he lost his tongue and couldn't speak, she was the only one that seemed to understand him. How was he going to live without her when it was clear he needed her at this time of his life? She had to live for him. She had to live to regret what his life had become, she was going to be the one to basically babysit him, her grown up son. It was her punishment for raising such a delinquent of a son. It was the universe way of getting back at her, for how woefully she had failed at taking care of her child. And she was going to receive the punishment with open arms, whether she liked it or not. Just then, it became clear before her eyes. Why was she going to suffer the punishment of babysitting her child when the monster that had created what she was now suffering was walking Scot free? Why was she suffering while Karen Shapiro still walked the streets, alive and well? At that moment, she vowed to also have revenge. A
For a moment, Mark Darius stopped to think. The war was actually going his way, and he was starting to have the upper hand. But there was that lump in his throat, that lump that was hard to swallow. It was going to be there as far as Karen Shapiro was alive and was shooting alongside her men. With her being alive, he knew that the war wasn't over. It wasn't going to be over until he had made sure that she was behind bars, spending the rest of her life where she was supposed to spend it, which was what she had deserved right from the onset. Chanting a war cry, Mark stood up from the table, spraying bullets to and fro. He wanted them dead, each and every one of them. But he needed her alive. Karen Shapiro was the ultimate prize. Meanwhile, Karen Shapiro couldn't believe what was taking place before her eyes. About ten of her men were sprawled on the floor, all of them bleeding in one part of the body or the other. It was unbelievable. She couldn't believe that she was losing a
Starting to drive out of the grounds of the splendid bar, she was shocked when a man came out through the backdoor and began firing at the windscreen. Swearing, she urged everybody in the car to get down and then managed to steer the car away from danger and towards the gate. Looking through her side mirror, she knew that stance anywhere in the world. It was Mark Darius that had been shooting. How had he been able to spot her even in the heat of the exchange of gunshots? Stepping on the accelerator, Karen Shapiro drove faster, knowing that the safety and the continuity of her life depended solely on how fast she could drive and how fast Farida Atticus's car could move. It was time to retreat and make her way out of the city before it was too late. ***************** Even though gunshots were being exchanged and were flying, Mark Darius had been able to spot the black dress that Karen Shapiro had been wearing. And ducking and using a few tables as cover, he followed her, through
They were the same and alike in every way. In the process of satisfying their selfish desires, they had destroyed the lives of their children. It was sad, but Jenett knew that they both deserved what was coming to them, each and every bit of it. “I'm sorry you're going through it, Margaret. But why we're meeting is connected to your daughter being in jail. We need to do something, Margaret.” The pause and the inhale that came a few minutes later told Jenett Darius that Margaret Woods had also been thinking about it too. They all wanted to take down Karen Shapiro, but they were afraid to make the first step. “Is this concerning Karen? You know it's dangerous, Jenett.” Jenett Darius frowned, ready to spew insults at Margaret Woods. Didn't she see? Fear was what was holding her back, but she was pretending not to notice. Jenett was done with being afraid. At the moment, her priority was to her child, and she didn't care if she died in the process. “How long are you going to liv
He waited in the sitting room, his gun raised. When he finally saw Karen come down, he wondered if his mind was playing games on him. But it wasn't. Karen Shapiro was coming down the stairs, and in front of her was Farida, a weapon pointed to her head. “Let her go, Karen. You know she doesn't have a say in all of this. Let this be between you and I as it has always been.” Karen Shapiro laughed, then stared at him pitifully. “I can release her and still manage to take you out. You look like shit.” “Of course I do. Thanks to you and your men.” He replied, still struggling to stand. The last thing he wanted was for Farida to see his weakness. But she had seen everything already, and from the sobs that were coming from her, he could tell that she was in pretty bad shape herself. He sighed, knowing that what she was going through wasn't her fault. All she had done was love him in return and unconditionally and what had he repaid her with? A death sentence and a gun being pointed
He wasn't supposed to be moving, but he was doing so. Derek Campton stared at him, then opened a bag that was at the back of the truck. Retrieving a syringe and a needle, he gave him one shot. Mark Darius knew what it was. Painkillers. “It's going to kick in a few minutes. It'll give you all the time you need to go after her. You're really in bad shape, man. I've already done my best in convincing you to go to the hospital. Any decision you make at this point is solely yours, I hope?” Nodding, Mark Darius opened the car, slipping out of it. It was time. ********** When Jenett Darius heard the knock on her door, she stood up, hoping that it was her son even though she was expecting Margaret Woods already. Opening the door, she hid her disappointment with a brilliant smile. She was afraid but she was trying to pretend that everything was alright. Brown never failed to send a text when he was going to be away from home for a period of time. And the fact that she was trying to
Jenett Darius swallowed hard, staring at the officer behind the counter. He had dark brown hair, and the frown on his face told her that he had problems of his own and wasn't buying her story. To meet with the chief of police, you need to have an appointment. And an appointment was what Jenett Darius didn't have. But she had the story. She knew that spilling everything she knew about Karen Shapiro was record breaking news, and was going to be on everybody's lips in the city for quite a while. If only the officer knew the kind of story she possessed. Then maybe he would let her through. But he was staring at her with contempt, refusing to heed to her plea. “You've got to let me in,” Jenett began once again, her gaze finding Margaret's who was looking around the station in worry. Jenett couldn't blame her friend. She was still afraid of Karen Shapiro, and it was obvious that she was checking the station for any man in a suit or the startling appearance of Karen Shapiro. But Jenet