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
The chief stared at her in surprise, astonished by her guts. Nodding, he urged her to continue. “I think I have information about a criminal you've always wanted to nab. The popular number one, the crime boss and king of the underworld.” The chief's eyes lit up with surprise, and his intrigue couldn't be hidden. Putting on his glasses, he gestured towards his office with his hand. “This way, miss.” ********* Mark Darius stared at Karen Shapiro and all the rage he had felt for weeks came pouring out. He hated her at that moment, and all the things she had made him go through. He hated the fact that she was even still alive, despite the number of bullets she had pummeled into his body. For the first time in days, he could see fear in Karen Shapiro's eyes. He could see that realization was starting to dawn on her, that the impossible had just become possible at that moment. She could see that the game was up, and not only did he have the upper hand, he was winning totally. Dere
“Is that why you took to a life of crime? All to make my wealth and assets yours? You're lying to yourself, Karen. You've always enjoyed being a criminal, you've always enjoyed leading that double life. All you craved was a motive. And once you found it, you couldn't stop.” The frown on her face told him that he had hit the nail on the head. She stared out of the window once again, then stared at him with eyes that said she was starting to realize that he was finally winning, that he was about to take everything that she had fought for throughout the years. “Can I have a cigarette at least? Before you do whatever you want to do with me?” Mark Darius found himself glancing at his friend and the private investigator who had helped him capture the monster that was now begging him for a cigarette. Derek Campton smiled, then ran a hand through his hair before speaking. “She can have one. After that, we would call the police. Time to wrap this up, put this hardened criminal where sh
Brown Darius stared at himself, at the human being that he once was. His breath was beginning to falter, and he knew that it was just a matter of time before his body was going to give up. His life had been a shithole, filled with problems that hadn't been his, problems that had been created by people, problems that he had taken care of. His life had been a sorry sight, and Brown found himself wishing that he had another chance, another shot at life. The tape that was his life replayed before his eyes, and he slowly accepted that maybe the worst thing that had happened to him was his meeting of Karen Shapiro. He genuinely cursed the day that he had met her, that she had entered the lives of him and his mother. And yes, his mother. Despite her mistakes, the way she had steered him wrongly into the path that was now the cause of why he was sprawled on the floor of a club bleeding and unable to move, he knew that he still loved her and would always love her till the end. Even i
“Repeat what you said again, Miss.” Jenett Darius inhaled, then rubbed her hands together. She had always waited for this moment, and even now that it was in front of her, she could barely believe it. She could barely believe that she was about to out Karen Shapiro, the woman that she had worked for, for a number of years. She stared at Margaret, and in her friend's fear, she drew strength. For her to get rid of more Margarets' in the society, it was up to her to do what she was about to do. It was up to her to make sure that the mistakes she had done in the past wouldn't repeat itself. If she was the only one that was going to be brave enough to tell the whole world about the deceit and criminal motives of Karen Shapiro, then she was going to do so. She was afraid, but at the same time, she knew that with fear, she wasn't going to achieve anything. Even if it was going to be her last moment on earth, Jenett wanted it to be worthwhile. And worthwhile meant that she was going to b
Karen Shapiro stared at Mark Darius, eyeing him coldly while she made sure that her gun was still trained on him. Looking at him, she could see how weak he was, how the bleeding had affected him negatively, making him stagger while standing. She still had her passports, and even the contract was still intact. The only thing standing between her and Mexico was the man standing right before her, the man who had been ready to take her to the police a few minutes ago. She smiled at the fear she saw in his eyes, how scared he was of the gun in her hand. She smiled at him, knowing that he was in the same position that she had been a few minutes ago. It was obvious that he was in no position to even duel with her, and she knew that his current state was going to make it very impossible for him to do so, even if he tried. “Well, Mark, what do you say? Who is the police going to arrest? You thought the game was over, huh? I'm sorry, but it's only just getting started. You're going to watc