“Now, what do you think I should do to you”? Mr Gabriel asked, relaxing into his chair.
Bennet and Elena stared at him with fear evident on their faces. “Have mercy on us.” They both pleaded while still kneeling down. Mark glared at them, “when both of you were talking trash, you didn't realize that this day would come, right?" He asked. “We know we have offended you, but we are very sorry”. Elena said with a remorseful expression on her face. “You were not sorry when you were attacking me and saying all those bad things while reducing my value in the presence of your friends”. Mark said. “And to think this punk Bennet had the guts to go after your wife, despite knowing fully well that she was married to you nonetheless”. Mr Gabriel said with a shake of his head. Crawling closer to him, Elena attempted to hold his feet only to be stopped by a guard. “Just give me one more chance to be with Mark and I promise to be a good wife to him and I will never do anything to upset him ever again”. She said, with a pleading look in her eyes. “In as much as I do not want to see you near my son again, I believe the decision on whether he gets to take you back or not rests in the hands of Mark himself, so I suggest you direct your pleas to him”. Mr Gabriel said, gesturing to Mark, who glared at Elena as she turned to look at him. “Mark…” she began hesitantly. “Will you…take…me back”? She asked. Mark glared at her for quite a while, with Elena still looking at him with pleading eyes, and when it looked as though he had no plans to respond, he spoke up, “My father is right, I should not let you come anywhere near me”. “But…I love you”. She said with tears in her eyes. “I have always loved you, and I am sure you know it”. “I do not want to hear the word love from your mouth anymore”. Mark replied with a snarl. “The only thing you loved was the money I had, and I am sure that was why you used your money during the court proceedings, so that once I get my fortune back, you'll be able to live a lavish lifestyle. It was just an investment to you”. “That is not true”! She exclaimed. “I did it because I loved you”. “Please save your lies for someone much more gullible”. Mark said with a wave of his hand. “But you are not being fair to me”. Elena replied. “Look at my face”. Mark said, gesturing to his face with his hand. “Do I look like I found a fuck”? He asked, causing Elena to hang her head in silence. “Father, I am done with them”. He said with a wave of his hand. “You have made me proud, my son”. Mr Gabriel said with a proud smile. “Thank you father”. Mark replied with a pleased smile. “What about you, Bennet”? He asked. “Is there anything you would like to say in your defense”? “Sir, I would like to state here that I have always looked up to you for a very long time”. “Oh really?" Mister Gabriel said with an intrigued expression. Hearing that, Bennet straightened up with a fawning smile on his face. “That is exactly the case sir”. He replied. “I have always admired your ingenuity in the business world and how you've been able to build an empire in the business world with almost no support”. He said. “You've followed my story"? Mister Gabriel asked. “Yes I have”! Bennet said excitedly. “It is an inspiring story for business owners like us, and I have taken a leaf out of your own success in order to grow my company, which I implemented, and has made me largely successful so far”. “So what point are you trying to prove?" Mister Gabriel asked. Bowing his head in submission, he replied. “I understand that I have no right to ask anything from you, especially after my enormous error, but permit me to beg you to please spare me and my company”. He said. “I never said I would do anything for you or your company”. Mister Gabriel said with an amused smile. “I am the CEO of a company and in this business I know what happens when someone offends a powerful person, so I beg you to have mercy on me”. He said. Mister Gabriel stared at him a little before responding, “and what is in it for me”? “Dad, you can't seriously be considering forgiving this conniving little shit”! Mark said with anger on his face. “Be quiet, son, and let him speak”. Mr Gabriel replied with a raised hand. “Thank you sir”. Bennet said, with Mark gazing at him in consternation. “I could offer you shares in my company and, even though it might not mean much to you, I have the utmost belief that, with you being involved in my company, my company could rake in more profits, which will in turn increase the value of the shares, which will be in your hands, and I know you're really wealthy but no one can say no to having more money right”? He said, chuckling, but had to stop when he realized that no one had joined him. “So let me get this straight,” Mr Gabriel began. “The reason you want me to let you off is, so you can add me to your board of directors and use my influence to grow your company”? He asked. “Oh…no…that's not it sir”. Bennet said in panic. “I only feel that…” “I've heard enough”. Mr Gabriel said. “Let me let you in on something punk”. He began, leaning towards him. “The amount of assets my company controls are around three trillion dollars and this isn't taking into consideration my own personal wealth, but on the other hand, your company, your own wealth and that of your company is around five hundred million, if I am not mistaken”. “You are not sir”. Bennet said. “So that means you and your company's assets make up around zero point zero one percent of my company's assets, so that makes everything about you insignificant in comparison”. Mr Gabriel said. Bennet recoiled in response to his words. “I could write a cheque and buy both you and your company and I will forget I made that purchase barely a minute later”. Mr Gabriel said nonchalantly. “You and this whore you're interested in should get out of my sight before I ask my guards to kick you out”. He added. “Does that mean you'll let me off the hook”? Bennet asked with hope in his eyes. “What do you think”? Mr Gabriel asked with a smirk, causing a feeling of depression to envelope Bennet again as he stood up and left with Elena walking silently behind him. As they both arrived close to Bennet's car, Elena turned to him, “what do we do now”? She asked. Gritting his teeth in frustration, Bennet picked up his phone. “I am making a call. That is exactly what I am going to do, "he replied.Bennet waited for a few seconds for the call to connect before speaking up. “Hello, it's me”. He said. “Bennet?" A deep voice asked. “Yes, it is me". He replied. “What do you want?" The voice asked. “I have considered your proposal and I would like to tell you that I agree”? Bennet said. “HAHA”. The voice said in thought, causing Bennet to break out in cold sweat thinking the person on the other end had changed their mind. “I could give you twenty percent shares in my company”. Bennet said in an attempt to convince them. “Oh”? They said in surprise. “I wasn't going to reject you, but I was trying to figure out why you decided to reach out to us now”. “In that case, can I take back my offer”? Bennet asked hesitantly. “What offer”? They asked. “The offer of twenty percent of my company's shares". Bennet replied. “I don't know what you're talking about”. The person replied. “Aren't they mine already?" They asked. “Well, I…” “I will send someone to retrieve the necessary docum
Walking into the sitting room, Mr Gabriel and Mark were met with the figures of Jennet and Brown sitting down on a sofa uncomfortably. “My darling, I am so happy to see you”. Jennet said immediately she laid her eyes on Mr Gabriel while hugging him with a huge smile on her face. “When I heard that you were dead, I was so worried, I didn't know what to do. I asked some of your business associates if the news of your passing was true, and they confirmed it. I wailed so much for a very long time. I felt like my heart was dashed into a million pieces”. Jennet said dramatically. “So you actually cried for me”? Mr Gabriel asked with a raised eyebrow. “I definitely cried for you my love”. She said with her hand on her chest as she tried to express shock. “I feel genuinely offended that you will think otherwise”. She added. “I didn't say you didn't cry for me, Jennet”. Mr Gabriel said, as he sat down gently on a chair before popping some of his medication into his mouth. “I only asked if
Jennet heard Mr Gabriel, but refused to let her son go, while nudging him towards the door so she could take him away. “Stop her, and get her away from the boy”. Mr Gabriel ordered, with his guards obeying his order immediately, and restraining Jennet when she resisted. “Now continue what you were saying boy, tell me everything about your mother and lawyer Jake”. Mr Gabriel said with a smile to Brown. “Of course dad”! Brown said with a satisfied smile. “Shut up your mouth you useless idiot”! Jennet said in anger. Mr Gabriel sighed in exhaustion, as he heard that before turning to one of his guards, “can you find a piece of cloth to gag her with”? He asked. “Of course boss”. A guard said before picking up a piece of towel and gagging her with it. Jennet tried to talk through the towel, but she just couldn't utter any proper word aside from making sounds. “So tell me about her”? Mr Gabriel asked Brown. “So, she has been sleeping with lawyer Jake before she married you. I rememb
Brown exclaimed. “What was that for?” He asked, holding his gut. “You are asking me?” Jennet shouted, her face twisted in fury. “I am going to kill you. She said, diving at him with her hands outstretched. “Control yourself Jennet”. Jake said, holding her back. “This is your son, and I need to remind you that you're outside, and you could draw unnecessary attention to yourself” He said. Looking around her, Jennet realized that people were already taking out their phones to record her, so she backed off. “You just had to open your big mouth, you drunkard”! She whispered quietly through gritted teeth. “But you're my mother”! Brown said unhappily. “Shut up this instant”! Jennet replied, causing him to recoil in fear. “Jake, we have to do something about this”. She said. “And what do you suggest we do”? Jake asked with a raised eyebrow. “We should do everything in our power to make life difficult for that ungrateful old man, Gabriel”. She spat in anger. “He's just in his mid-fifti
Bennet arrived at his company angrier than he had ever been in a very long time. “Welcome back sir”. The secretary said as he walked into his office. “Get lost”! He snapped back in annoyance before opening the door to his office and walking through it. Dumping his suitcase onto his chair, he walked up to his small bar in his office and picked a beer from his fridge. “How did things turn out like that”? He asked himself with a sigh as he took a swing out of the bottle. “Everything was going perfectly, and Mr Gabriel just had to come back from the dead”! He said in annoyance before smashing his beer bottle on the wall and picking up another one. “Sir, is everything alright”? His secretary poked her head into his office with concern on her face. “Everything is alright, now get out”! He bellowed with her, shrinking her head back in fright. As if a lightbulb had gone off in his head, Bennet called her back. “Actually, get someone to clean up that mess”. He said, pointing at the pieces
“What”?! Bennet exclaimed. “What are they coming here for”? He asked.“Sir, I don't know, but they were adamant about seeing you”. Grace said.“Get the security to send them out”! He bellowed.“I wouldn't do that if I were you”. A voice said. Looking behind Grace, he saw Elena and Margaret walking into his office.“What are you both doing here? Didn't I make it clear to you that I do not want to have anything to do with you, Elena”? He asked with a scowl.“Do you want to explain to the person that just left your office”? Margaret asked with a smirk.“What are you talking about”? Bennet asked.Margaret smiled before replying. “We saw who just left and, if my memory serves me correctly, that person is probably working for some sort of crime undercover.“That's enough”! Bennet interrupted. “You can leave now, Grace”. He said to his secretary.As soon as Grace bowed and left, Bennet turned to Margaret and Elena. “What do you both want”? He asked.Smiling triumphantly, Margaret walked up to
Mark arrived at the head office of his father's company; Quantum Edge Technologies. Stepping out of his brand-new limousine before handing his car keys to the chauffeur.Exhaling with a satisfied smile on his face, he entered the company with the employees bowing down to him as he walked past them.“Welcome young master”. They all said one after the other with him acknowledging their greetings with a nod of his head.“Where is my father”? He asked one of the surrounding employees.“He should be in the boardroom”.Mark might not be extremely good-looking, but he had a natural air of confidence someone would expect from a person of his power and status. He was built like a Greek god with his chest muscles showing from behind his loosely buttoned shirt.Arriving at the boardroom door, he opened it and walked into a meeting involving his father and a handful of shareholders in his father's company.“Son, you're here”. His father, Mr Gabriel said, turning to look at him.“Yes father”. Mark
Jennet sat down in her sitting room with a huge bottle of gin in her hand as she tried watching the television.She was dead drunk and depressed and could barely make out the words that were being said on the screen. She had just watched the news of Mr Gabriel making Mark the new CEO, and she felt a deep sense of despair.“Everything is gone”! She muttered drunkenly to herself. “Why did that man have to come back to life”? She asked herself as she took a swing from the bottle with some of its contents dripping down from the sides of her mouth.“Mum, what are you muttering to yourself about”? Brown asked, as he sat down beside his mother, but Jennet ignored him.“You're even drinking”! He shouted. “Give it to me, I need to drink too”. He said as he tried dragging the bottle out of her hands, only for Jennet to turn away from him.“Mum, you can't finish it”! He shouted.“Says who”? Jennet replied drunkenly. “I got this drink and I will finish it”! She said before taking another mouthful
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