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Underestimated Retribution Chapter 133: KAREN'S STRATEGY
Karen Shapiro paced her room, unable to sleep. It had been the same way for days now, lying down, unable to sleep, seeing the face of the man who had been struck down by a bullet that was meant for Mark Darius. Seeing Mark Darius in his office clothes that morning when she had decided to trail him, she had only succeeded in getting herself annoyed. Annoyed because he was where she was, annoyed that he was in charge of a company that was also supposed to be hers. Gritting her teeth, she reached for the pack of cigarettes on her bedside table. Retrieving a stick, she lit it, gratefully inhaling the nicotine and taking as much as she could inside of her system before letting it all out through her nostrils. She continued pacing, her mind in turmoil. What baffled her most was her supposed love for Mark Darius. This was a man that she was supposed to hate with her life, her soul and spirit. But there she was in her bedroom, missing his features, his bone structure and imagining her
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 134: SCAR THE SNITCH
Mark Darius ate the meat in his plate slowly, savoring the taste of the pork as he ate slowly. Since meeting Farida Atticus, he hadn't seemed to enjoy a moment of his time alone. Why? Because Farida Atticus occupied all of his thoughts. She was there in his head, the images of her beautiful figure and her green, large and almond shaped eyes destroying his reverie. Sighing, Mark Darius acknowledged that maybe he needed to give it another try. He had never been so drawn to a woman, so in love with a woman at just first appearance. But with Farida Atticus, he seemed to break all the rules. She turned a genius like him into a stuttering man, and that was because of how beautifully she had looked on the day he had first seen her. Shaking his head, Mark acknowledged that thinking about Farida wasn't the best step in his life at the moment. His life wasn't only in shatters, he was a walking time bomb, ready to explode at the bomb's control. At any moment, he could explode and, imagine
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 135: A COINCIDENTAL MEETING
Mark Darius entered his Porsche, deciding to go for a drive. He needed to clear his mind, he needed to think. He needed that space, he needed to leave the side of people, the side of human beings for a while. How did he know that it wasn't Karen Shapiro that was planning this? That she wasn't the one in charge of the betrayal scheme? He knew Karen Shapiro quite well. She was one that took good care of her workers unless unfortunately, she didn't have anything at all. And she was going to do anything to keep them. That was why he was confused. He was confused because he wasn't sure of who the man that wanted to see him was,or why he wanted to see him. He was someone who prided himself on his sixth sense and his instincts, but this time around, there was nothing. His mind was blank, and he knew that even if Karen was the one in charge of the plan, she wouldn't know. Could she sacrifice a man's life to get to him? Yes, she could. However, he was going to give it a try. That was
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 136: DESTROYING FARIDA'S DEFENSES
When they stopped at the Goshen fast food, Mark Darius felt his heart hammering in excitement. Trying to calm his nerves, he did some breathing exercises. The last thing he wanted was to stutter when clearly, he had been handed a chance with the woman of his dreams on a platter of gold. He didn't want to mess up this second chance, and he was going to take it with both hands. It was a golden chance, and letting it go was going to be a very big mistake. He didn't want that to happen, not at all. He removed the seatbelt that had Atticus bound, smiling at him. Instantly, the kid slipped his little hand into his, then gave his mother a cunning smile that seemed to say “gotcha!” It was clear that Farida didn't like her son attaching himself to strangers immediately on first meeting. But he didn't care. All Mark Darius cared about was that he was doing good, and that meant he had a huge chance to earn her number, that he had the chance to at least drag her from the unhappiness that sh
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 137: WHEN TIME STOPPED
“Whatever you say, Mr Darius. I'll take your word for it. I can put on the television, if you like.” “Oh, yes please, I would like that. But before that, Farida, I want to ask a question.” Staring at him with a smile playing on her lips, Mark Darius noted that he had just broken the defenses of a woman that hadn't seemed interested in him at first. “Shoot, Mr Darius.” Rubbing his hands, he stared at her, looking into the green pools of her eyes and wanting to remain there, enchanted and ensnared by those beautiful eyes of hers. “Haven't I done enough to earn your phone number?” “I suppose you have, Mr Darius.” And with those words, she gave him her number while he grinned from ear to ear. Settling into the sofa that faced the television, he stared at his wristwatch. He was going to go back home pretty late, but he didn't care. As far as it meant spending more time with Farida Atticus, he was in. “Can't find the remote. Please stand Mr Darius, Atticus loves keeping them on
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 138: WELCOMING THE SNITCH
The next morning, Mark Darius was already up before his usual wake up time, brushing his teeth and then taking a quick shower. The kiss he had shared with Farida Atticus was evergreen in his memory, and he knew that it was going to be etched there throughout the day. God, it had been a wild few minutes. A wild few minutes that had left him breathless, that had left him wanting more, that had left him looking for things he certainly didn't want at that stage of his life. Farida Atticus was going to be his undoing. Even though it was late, he knew that he had known earlier. From the time that he had seen her in that office, to the time that he had played the good Samaritan as she was stranded in the middle of the road. It was something that he had known as soon as he had glimpsed her eyes. She was going to be a force to reckon in his life, a force that he had probably never even known that existed. He didn't want to put a tag on what they shared yet, but there was one thing
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 139: THE OPPOSING TEAM
The Splendid bar was filled to the brim when Mark Darius entered, flanked by his two most trusted guards. Terry was on his left and Sergei on his right. Easing himself into the VIP section of the bar, he tapped his foot comfortably to the music that filled the room. The VIP section was probably a madhouse at night. He knew that because of the poles he saw which meant they had strippers, and because of the strong smell of weed which was still in the air. Probably, the previous night had been something of a party bash, he thought to himself. He ordered a cold beer for himself and one for Terry, then smiled as Sergei ordered a bottle of water instead. He smiled at the chief of his guards, knowing that the man was never beating the allegations. He was never going to drink beer, no matter the kind of pressure that came with it. Maybe in his next life, Mark Darius found himself wishing, maybe in his next life he wanted to be like Sergei, a strong old man that ate only fruits, meat and
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 140: A PITIFUL SIGHT
“So, Scar, are you saying that Karen doesn't pay you well?” Mark asked, finishing his beer and proceeding to just sit, ready to squeeze and wring out all the information he needed from the man seated across from him. “I don't work alone, I think you should know this already, Mr Darius. She has other workers and most of the time she has her hands full. The money that I receive is split between my men and I, and it isn't enough to cover my mother's hospital bills. This is why I decided to do this. You can guess how tough it was for me to even consider it.” Mark nodded, then bent, not relaxing on the comfortable sofa of the VIP any longer. “Well, Scar, how much is your mother's hospital bill and medical expenses?” Mark looked at Scar, watching him sigh. He acknowledged that even the strongest of men had their fears, and a man like Scar who had probably been shot multiple times was afraid of death not coming to him, but to his mother instead. “Twenty thousand dollars will cover e
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