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Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 110: CHAMPAGNE SECRETS
“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
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 111: MARK'S PERFECT TRICKY GAME AGAINST KAREN
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
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 112: LOOMING WAR IN THE DARIUS RESIDENCE
Markov arrived in the room after three minutes, breathing hard and picking his teeth with his toothpick. Sergei loved him for that. At least, he had a soldier amongst men. Terry came eight minutes later, striding majestically. Resisting the urge to smack the smirk from his face, he allowed his hand to feel his gun instead. “Now, remember boys, this is supposed to be an ambush and a break in. I reckon that they'll probably come from the backyard, probably use the window to make it to the room. We're to be alert and eradicate all of them.” Sergei paused, his heart hammering in his chest. He was excited and scared at the same time for he hadn't had a gun battle in ages, but he was a soldier, and he knew better than to display his emotions. His hands stable, he continued speaking. “We're shooting on sight. Try not to get shot please. Markov, stand next to the door. Shoot anybody that comes through it. Terry, stand in the corner next to the wardrobe, just opposite me.” Satisfied
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 113: FULL BLOWN WAR ARISES
Finding strength, he touched Markov lightly on the arm, then he touched his right ear. There were whispers coming from below the stairs, down the part that was round. It was the final lap of the staircase, the lap that led to the ground floor. Placing his finger over his lips, Sergei told his junior soldier using the sign language to prompt him that he should go down. Together, the soldiers went down, their rifles at the ready. The first three men that came running up the stairs were no different from the ones that had come up to the window. They ran aimlessly, not noticing the two soldiers that were lying down at the top of the stairs, who were ready to shoot at the slightest convenience. By the time they saw the soldiers, it was too late. Sergei caught the first one perfectly where he wanted it, in between the eyes, his second headshot of the day. Markov fired repeatedly, spreading bullets as the other two men jerked unconsciously and spiraled down the staircase. Pressing
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 114: KAREN GAME'S TURNED OVER HER
When she moaned, he ran his hand up and down the fabric of her dress, then stopped himself just in time, when her hand went for his trousers. He had her just where he wanted. Karen Shapiro might be playing a game, but there was no doubt that she was attracted to him, that she had wanted him. That she was eager to have all of him. “Karen, we're at a parking lot! My God, who knew you could be this freaky?” The smile that followed was a shy one, and Mark found himself trying to decipher the meaning of her smile. She laughed, and he joined in. She then hugged him, drawing him close. He drew in the scent of her shampoo, then smiled evilly. Karen Shapiro, he thought inwardly, two could play that game. “There,” she said, disengaging from the hug, “Now you also have a bit of champagne over your lovely tuxedo as well.” He laughed, forcing the laughter out of his lips even though the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was ever persistent. “Champagne couple it is, yes?” “Def
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 115: REGROUP
Karen Shapiro stared at the men that were in her sitting room. Out of the dozen men that had been sent over to Mark Darius's house to participate in the ambush, only five had returned. Five men! How was that possible? How had a plan that she had crafted so well, so beautifully become loose? Who had exposed her plans? Someone had destroyed her plans, and she was going to find out who it was. She stared at Scar, whose face fell. At that moment, she knew he was disappointed with himself. He wasn't used to being defeated, and she could see that the display of remorse on his face was actually real. He wasn't pretending, and yes, he probably wasn't the mole. He was cleared off her suspect's list. “Scar! Do you care to explain this? Are you going to tell me how a dozen men who I sent over to the Darius residence for an ambush are returning with only five men? How is this even possible?” When he didn't speak immediately, she snatched a gun from an armed man and brandished it at h
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 116: THE DOWNFALL OF MARK DARIUS
Sitting with an injured Scar whose wounds had now been tended to, Karen Shapiro found her mind racing. She was thinking deeply, a glass of brandy in her right hand. She had given a glass to Scar, who was sipping it slowly, scratching his beard. The tiredness was on his face, the weariness and the need for sleep. But as far as he was concerned, he had sent for her, and he was to report to her no matter what. That was why he was drinking with her even though he was probably supposed to be in his bed, resting. “How many men were at the Darius residence, Scar?” Scar scratched his head, and Karen stared at him with intent, knowing that he was probably about to lie. She was ready to confront him, she was ready to point out the lies in his face and refute them. Even though Scar's reputation exceeded him, she wasn't afraid of him. In turn , they were afraid of her, a woman. They were afraid of her authority, of the power she wielded. They were afraid of how a woman seemed to command
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 117: A MIRACLE
When Brown Darius woke up, he was blinded momentarily by the bright rays of the sun that had managed to enter the room despite the edges of the shutters trying in vain to restrict it from doing so. He shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them, squinting before opening them fully. The air stank of antiseptic and bleach, and he inhaled, wondering where he was for a moment. Where was he? When he turned and found out that he could barely move, everything that had happened to him in the past few hours seemed to return to him in waves. The breakout. The race against time and for his life. Almost getting crushed by a train. Being knocked out by a man he didn't know. He shivered in fear even though it was vaguely warm, for he had just escaped the clutches of death. For him to be in the room and on the hospital bed where he was, alive, was a very big miracle. Worst of all, he knew that he didn't even deserve to be alive. That was how bad it seemed to be. He had committed so many h
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