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
“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
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
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