CHAPTER 175: THE ULTIMATE PRIZE

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