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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
“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
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
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