Karen Shapiro. The name that was usually musical when he said it felt like lead now. It was like sandpaper, hurting him when it had never done so in the past. The name was now strange to him, it was a name that he was surely going to remember for days. He stared at Sergei, who scratched his neck in worry. He had probably seen the name, and just like his boss, he was worried. He knew the name, they all knew the name. It wasn't what they were expecting, and thus they were still in shock, their gazes doing the obvious, roaming the room as they tried to understand what their minds was telling them. Mark knew at that moment that he was probably never going to trust anybody again. The past five years of his life was a jumbled mess, a mess that he even couldn't control. How had it gotten to this point? Instead of his enemies to reduce, they were piling up, and he found himself wondering if he had genuine friends at all. “Somebody you might know, sir?” It was Matt, adjusting his gla
Mark Darius rubbed his hands together in glee, eyeing his glass of brandy, knowing that he needed it for the next phase of his plan. “I was thinking about you too, Karen. What do you say? I can take you out for lunch tomorrow, I think I'll be free by then.” The pause that came after his proposal made him pause for a minute, his mind racing. He prayed she hadn't discovered yet, he prayed silently that he was still in control of the game they were playing. “Why, of course, Mark. Lunch will be just fine. I think I need the fresh air too. Sun on my skin sounds nice, I've been looking too pale nowadays.” Mark Darius bit his lip, suppressing his grim laughter. Pale because of what she had always been planning? Paleness because she couldn't keep up with her plans? He had her just where he wanted her, he thought for the umpteenth time. “How does twelve sound? And there's a Chinese restaurant just across town, I believe I know the owner a little too well.” The laugh that came from the
Her son was terribly injured, and while he was out of the prison, he had paid for his freedom with his well being. “Rotterdam hospital, ma'am. We managed to rush him there. He's in the emergency unit, and I think we managed to get him there without the police noticing. He's still in his prison clothes, so I think the hospital might call the police if care isn't taken.” Swallowing hard, Jenett Darius grabbed her purse from underneath her pillow. She was finding it hard to breathe once again, and she slowed down, slapping her midsection repeatedly to calm the panic attack that was looming. Just when she thought her life couldn't get any worse. It was becoming worse, before her eyes. “Thank you, sir. I'll be there in a jiffy. I appreciate you helping him.” The line went dead, telling her that the man who had helped her son and played the good Samaritan probably had other problems to deal with than having to attend to a hysterical mother on the phone. She exited her apartment, h
Mustering the courage that she so desired, she eased herself into the room, then stared at the sight that was once Brown, her only son. His head was bandaged in various places, and the popular orange of the prison uniform had soot and some black spots. The right leg was torn from the hip down,and when she saw the damage that had been done to his leg, she found her eyes watering. Truly, she had failed as a mother. Because why was her son in the hospital, with such wounds all over his body? It irked her, the fact that she could have easily prevented everything that was unfolding before her eyes, but she had been too greedy to even take a glimpse and try to have self control. On his other leg was another bandage, and there was blood all over that area of his trouser. Sighing, Jenett Darius let the tears take its course, allowing it to cascade down her cheeks, allowing the sobs to rack her system. It was in this position that she was when she heard footsteps behind her. She tur
She was the devil herself, a different form of Delilah and Jezebel rolled into one. Not only was she charming, she was confident in her charm. She knew she could sweep him off her feet with just one stare, with a dress as simple as this, with makeup as prudent and as little as she had applied on her face. She was flexing her powers in front of him, baiting him. Mark found himself wondering what her plans were at that moment. She looked as if she had something up her sleeve, but she was going to be surprised when he launched his own offensive. He was going to turn the game on its head. And before she would come to acknowledge that, it would've been too late. “Mark Darius in the flesh. My God, your skin glows as usual. And this tuxedo? Don't tell me you dressed because of me, Mark.” He shrugged, placing his suitcase on the floor of the restaurant as he outstretched his arms to draw her into a hug. God! The way her body slipped into his told him that if he hadn't discovered a
He gave her a charming smile, then raised his hand as if in surrender. It made her laugh momentarily, but the laughter dried up quickly as soon as she remembered the situation at hand. “Of course you can go, Karen. Empty your bowels as you please.” Too excited to wait and laugh at his joke, she raced towards the restroom, her heart slamming in her chest. She closed the door on entry, trying to calm her breath as she swiped her phone hurriedly to the message icon. The message was clear as day. Scar was trying to know if it was time to attack yet. If she had given the thumbs up to start the operation. The plan was clear as day. They were to break into Mark's house, occupy his bedroom and wait for him there. He was to be shot on the limb of their choice, then brought to her. She was going to take it from there. She sent the thumbs up message to him, indicating that the operation should go on. At that moment, she called Jenett Darius. She had been aware of the prison break al
“Lawyers are quite expensive, my dear. We can get the state to issue one for you, but I have no idea why it seems to be taking so long. Trust me, Elena. I'm trying my best…” “Your best is not enough, mum!” At that moment, she bursted into tears, unable to hold it in any longer. As far as her being in prison was concerned, her mother had played a large part in it. It was all there, her greed and her ambition to always eat from the coffers of the rich and wealthy. It was backfiring now, and she was the one suffering for her mother's sins. But wasn't she lying when she said she didn't enjoy everything she had done to Mark Darius during the short period they had been married? She was lying alright. She had enjoyed it all, every single bit of it. She was also inside the cell because it was her that had committed the crime, not her mother. Yes, her mother was the foundation, but she was the builder, maybe she was the mason even. “You know I'm here because of your greed, mum! If on
Silently thanking the waiter and knowing he was going to tip him massively after that, he placed his leg in front of the waiter, and down went the waiter, the tray and the glasses of champagne. Mark Darius had to smile at his cunny and how fast his mind had seized the opportunity. It was a beautiful moment. He had positioned himself in such a way that the contents of the glass didn't touch him, but they drenched a laughing Karen instead, drenching her completely, from her hair to the upper part of her gown. At first, she was too shocked to speak. He stared at her now destroyed makeup, then tried his best to withhold the laughter that was threatening to escape the confinement of his throat. When the waiter stood up and began to apologize, her voice seemed to come back to her all of a sudden. As she screamed at the top of her voice, Mark Darius found himself chiding his subconscious. And to think that he had been in love with such a person. To think that he had even thought of