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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
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 146: GETTING TO KNOW FARIDA ATTICUS
“They have very nice food here, Mark. I don't regret coming here, at all.” Mark Darius smiled. It was a huge smile that said he was happy because she was happy, and that he was even more pleased that she was enjoying herself. She had ordered their chicken sauce because according to her, her parents owned a big poultry farm and she had eaten a lot of chicken in different sauces as a growing child. What was even more exciting and beautiful was the way she ate it, cutlery free, digging her hands into the chicken and tearing them without any shame or care in the world. She was flaunting what she referred to as her tradition, and she certainly didn't care if everybody in the restaurant was staring at her. Because she had finally agreed to go on a date with him, he had chosen the finest of restaurants in the city. He had done his research however, and prior to even taking her to the restaurant he had known that it was owned by a reputable poultry farmer. He was happy because even thoug
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 147: NAVIGATING DIFFERENCES
By the time the music stopped and they had stopped kissing, they were leaning on each other, going in slow motion, along with the outro of the music. He led her back to their table, his hand still on her waist. By the time they took their places, he could see something in her eyes; something that said that she had maybe fallen in love just like he had done, and that she was also feeling what he had been feeling a few hours ago. When she finally spoke, it was with pure emotion, and Mark Darius found his heart beating rapidly because she was staring at him, into his eyes without a care in the world. For a moment it seemed the restaurant had stopped moving, and he was completely breathless, just like he had been on the dance floor. “I enjoyed that, Mark. Thank you.” No matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, he couldn't. And that was how he managed to hold her hand, capturing it and caressing it until the waiter brought the dessert that they had ordered. It was red velvet
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 148: DISASTER STRIKES
On the marble tiled floor was Terry, one of the guards on his security detail. He had been shot in the head, and from the position of his hands and his legs, Mark Darius could sense that he was already dead. Even if he wasn't, he was far gone and from his dilated eyes, Mark doubted that there was going to be any rescue. “My God! Atticus? Atticus? Are you in there? Are you alright?” Mark Darius was staring at his guard, and at that moment, he knew. It was happening all over again. Karen Shapiro had come into his life to kill and to destroy, and she was doing the same thing to even those he loved, to anyone at all who was involved with him. He knew immediately that what he was staring at wasn't a mistake. That it hadn't happened by chance. It wasn't a coincidence. Karen Shapiro had struck once again, and this time, it was fatal. When he finally recovered and followed Farida Atticus into her home, he doubted that she was going to see her son. He could sense that feeling of gloom
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 149: IN THE SHAPIRO'S DEN
“I miss my mother,” he had begun, the sobs still making him tremble every now and then. Retrieving a box of milk and a packet of cookies that she had bought from the freezer, she placed it on top of the table where he sat, then ran a hand through his hair before patting him fondly. She knew what children loved, and far as she was concerned, there was going to be no maltreatment of Atticus while he was with her. That was one thing she was sure of. “Your mother will reach out to us soon, Atticus. But for now, you'll have to enjoy yourself in this little room I made up for you. And here, cookies and milk, just for you.” But Atticus turned away from her, frowning deeply. She could tell that he was a child that loved his mother very much from the way he acted, and she knew that it wasn't going to be easy controlling him. She only wanted to kidnap him, and if he wasn't going to eat she would have no option than to start screaming her lungs at him. If fear was the only way she could
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