Karen Shapiro lit a cigarette, then took a deep drag. She billowed smoke into the air, then tapped her chest. God, she had needed that. Cigarettes helped with her anxiety and her apprehension. And most times, she didn't carry them around, but she always kept at least a pack or two at home. They came in handy. Just like they were coming in handy at the moment. She wished that it was already three days time. In three days was when the Israeli mercenaries were going to arrive. In three days was when she was going to attack Mark Darius in a way that he was never going to expect. In three days, she was going to go level on points with him. She took another drag from her cigarette, savouring the menthol flavor. It tasted good, it made the cold that seemed to plague the city nonexistent. She made a mental note to buy another pack and replace it for urgent times like these. She could only imagine what she could do with the men her Israeli friends would send. They were going to be wa
“So when are you going to be free again, Karen? I truly miss you, and words cannot explain how much I do. We need to have another date, and as soon as possible.” Mark Darius was in his home, having finished his dinner. He had eaten late because he had spent the entire day with Sergei. He deserved it. He deserved his attention and more, for laying his life down for his safety and protection. As soon as he had finished eating, he had put his plans into action. Just like Sergei had advised, it was better to strike first. It was better for him to know her men and where they were located. He wanted to diminish their strength and their working force. That was going to be a huge step forward in the Shapiro game he was playing. That was why he was calling her, pretending he loved hearing the sound of her voice, pretending that he loved listening to her talk. It was all a lie. He was playing her game, and from her replies, he was certain he was finally catching up to her. If there was
Everyday, Margaret Woods stared at what her life had become and hated herself. She hated herself because in her quest for money, because in her greed, she had guided her daughter into where she was at the moment. There was no other person to be blamed apart from her. If only she had taken care of her daughter in the right way, if only she had abandoned her schemes and focused on her daughter using her photography skills to earn some money for herself instead of prancing around after Billionaires and rich men. It was too late now, she was too late. Her daughter, Elena, was in the prison while she remained at home, unable to eat, unable to sleep and unable to do anything because her subconscious was beating her, because her conscience was taking her for a ride. She hated every part she had to play in her daughter's life, and she wished she could take back the hands of time. It was impossible. It wasn't going to happen. What had happened had happened, and there was no taking it
“This is what you're going to do for me, Scar. I cannot watch insults hurled at me from a distance, when I know well that those insults cannot be said to be personally. Brown Darius knows quite a lot, and I think his elimination is imminent.” Scar stared at her, surprised. He had a cigarette in one hand, and she had decided to meet him at the park in the center of the city. The park was filled with kids and parents who watched over them, most of them flying kites as the weather permitted it. Some of them were throwing freebies, and Karen Shapiro found herself sighing. It was a weak child's sport, and she knew her children weren't going to play such. That was if she had children. The park was the perfect place for meetings. There was no suspicion in a place filled with children and watchful mothers and fathers. They were basking in the innocence of the environment, and it suited Karen Shapiro just fine. It masked her true identity, and even that of Scar which was probably a po
“My boss here has problems with enemies he knows very well. Apparently, the enemy is a woman, and she doesn't know that he knows. What he wants is clear. Protection. He needs your assistance because he is sure that the next few days are going to be quite hectic.” Gareth was the first to speak, finishing his beer and taking a drag of his cigarette before speaking. “I'm sure Sergei has briefed you on how we operate, Mr Mark Darius. We get paid upfront, and you know the standard amount. Anything below twenty grand is not acceptable.” Mark found himself nodding. Sergei hadn't told him that they were going to be this expensive, but he was willing to pay, no matter the amount. He needed quality protection just like the one Sergei offered, and if he was going to get it in the room where he was sitting at the moment, then he was going to risk it. No matter how much it was going to cost, he was going to pay for it. “This enemy of yours, who is she?” It was Bradley who seemed the most
When Karen Shapiro saw the four able bodied men at the airport, searching for her, she almost exclaimed for joy. They looked perfect for the job. Rushing forward, she helped them carry their duffle bags, instantly introducing herself. The man in a cap, the biggest of the four men, smiled at her pleasantly. From the bulge in his pocket, she could tell there was a gun in there. It was all very pleasing to the eye. She liked it. She liked them. They were perfect for the job, and that was the most important thing of all. They were perfect for her revenge match against Mark Darius. She ushered them into her car, smiling all through. They got in, remaining silent. From their looks, she could tell that they were all hard, strong men. She could tell that they knew how to do their jobs pretty well, and they were not here to mince words. “I'm Karen Shapiro, as I mentioned at the airport, and again, I thank you for your services. I told my friend, Jamil, to help me do the proceedings o
Mrs Jenett Darius exited the taxi, paying the driver and making her way inside the hospital. In her hand was a flask of food she had prepared for her son. For all she knew, she was a terrible cook but had no choice. She didn't have any money. Where was she going to see the money to buy good food for her child? Using the leftover flour and eggs, she had prepared some pastries and scrambled eggs which she had bundled into a flask. He was going to eat it, because he hadn't eaten since his recovery. Just like her, he had no choice. As she entered the hospital, she found out to her shock that the nurses were looking at her strangely, a grim look that said they knew something. Something was wrong, there was something they were not telling her. Instantly, her mind went to her son. Clutching the flask firmly, she took the elevator, slamming the buttons until the doors opened. She slipped in, her heart hammering in her chest furiously. What was happening? Why had they all been star
Karen Shapiro was as beautiful as she had been the last time he had seen her. Her hair was neatly and recently made, and he could see that she had spent quite the time on her makeup. The makeup was perfect, suiting her perfectly and capturing the important angles of her face. He smiled at her, cradling her hands and saying the very words that she wished to hear. “You look very beautiful, Karen.” He looked at her, watching her blush once again. It made him wonder as usual if his words had the effect on her, or she was pretending as she usually did. He didn't know which, but he didn't care to know at that moment. He didn't care to know anything at all. All he wanted was to make sure that he seeped as much information as he could gather from her. All he wanted was to be successful in the ongoing war between the both of them. In the ongoing silent war that was taking place not only in her heads, but in their houses, in the physical as well. “As do you, Mark. I love when you wea