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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
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 141: THE DATE
Mark Darius exited his office, having met with the members of his board concerning the new line of business he was about to partake in. He felt that it was going to be good for them to know, for them to at least not discover by chance or coincidence. He wanted them to know he was being totally honest with them, and that was why he was telling them in the first place. Leaving his office, he retrieved his phone from his pocket, proceeding to call the one person that had been on his mind even during the meeting. He hadn't even texted her after getting her number two days ago. He wanted to give it enough time, he wanted to make sure that he was sure of what he was doing before he did it. And now that he had managed to settle the debate in the back of his mind, he was kind of excited because he wanted to explore. He wanted to be with her, and no one but her. That was all he wanted at that moment. “Hello, Miss Atticus?” “Mr Darius, what a pleasant surprise.” The voice at the other
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 142: THE BETRAYAL
“So what are you saying, number one?” The light of mischievousness, evil and cunning shining in her eyes, Karen Shapiro was shocked that one of her best men didn't see it too. How hard was it to spot? The script had already written itself, and all she was applying were the finishing touches and nothing more. “Can't you see it, Scar? We attack him where it matters most. We attack this new girlfriend of his. That is the only way to bring Mark Darius to his knees. Through her. He loves her, Scar. And to make him do whatever we want him to do, we first of all, snag a loved one.” She watched Scar nod his head, looking shocked and surprised. She sighed nosily, wondering if Scar had suddenly started to grow soft. He was normally pumped up for these kind of things, but at the moment he didn't seem to be. He looked very uncomfortable, and glancing at the burner phone in his hand, Karen Shapiro found out that for the first time, she was suspicious of Scar who was one of her best men by a
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 143: HOW A SNITCH IS SUPPOSED TO DIE
When Mark Darius had gotten Scar's call to meet him at the Splendid bar, he had done so immediately. He had been so scared of what had happened to him that he had gotten out of the shower immediately, hurrying up his dressing because he wanted to know what was wrong with him. When he saw Scar enter the VIP section with a frown on his face, he knew instantly that something was wrong. He stared at him, ordering a drink for them as he settled into the comfortable chairs of the VIP section. Whispering his thanks, Mark Darius watched Scar chug down the drink in one swoop. “Something's not right, Mark Darius. The burner phone you gave me suddenly went off and has refused to come on. I would've texted you a long while ago. That was why I had to use my phone as soon as possible.” Mark nodded, unable to touch his drink, enraptured by what Scar was telling him. “You've got to be careful tomorrow, Mark. According to the plans she delivered this evening, we're supposed to kidnap Farida af
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 144: NABBING HER RIVAL'S SON
Karen Shapiro watched Scar try to fight the men that threw themselves against him, clubs, sticks and rods in their hands. He tried to fight back, winning impressively at first, but he slowly got weakened. And slowly, Scar was mauled to a near death state in her sitting room. When she told them to stop, the room smelt of blood, sweat and the smell of death hung in the air, refusing to go away. Retrieving her pistol, she urged all of them to move away, knowing that it was up to her to put the final nail in the coffin. Removing the pistol from safety, she pointed the gun at one of her most trusted men, her hands trembling terribly. She was about to kill him, and even though he was almost dead, she still felt guilty. He probably didn't deserve to die as he did, but to her, there was no other punishment. He was going to die like a snitch was supposed to die, like a man that betrayed his own team was supposed to die. Ordering his men, they managed to put his body into one of her o
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 145: THE ABDUCTION
Karen Shapiro ordered her men into position, and they waited for about five to ten minutes before the front door which was locked was unlocked using the keys of the soldier who was already unconscious. Karen Shapiro could feel the excitement course through her veins as she waited for Gonzalez to open the door. Once the door was opened, they began to pour in, one by one. She went inside with Gonzalez while two other men remained stationed outside the door in case anything went wrong. From the sound of the television upstairs, it was clear that was where their target was. Karen Shapiro followed her men, her pistol in her hand. She noted that the house was very beautiful and had the finest of furniture. It only meant one thing, that even though Farida was divorced, she was well to do. They went into a hallway filled with rooms and without needing to be told, she went towards the sound, Gonzalez by her side, her pistol at the ready. The door where the television sound was coming
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