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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
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 150: JENETT DARIUS
When Jenett Darius saw the familiar purple convertible drive into the grounds of her home, she panicked. The sickening feeling in her gut was there, like a wall that had just been painted wrongly and wasn't going to be easily scraped. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and so was the blood in her ears. Jenett Darius knew that feeling pretty well. It was fear, and terror rolled into one. It was fear of the unknown, fear of the uncertain. When she saw Karen Shapiro step out of the vehicle, she bit her bottom lip anxiously, then went ahead to bite her fingers as well. She was afraid. She wasn't just afraid, she was afraid for her son because she knew that whatever Karen Shapiro was doing in her house had to do with her son. When she had heard that the hospital bill had been settled by no other person than Karen Shapiro alias number one, she didn't know the kind of emotion to express. Jennett didn't know if she was supposed to be sad, she didn't also know if she was supposed to be
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 151: PLANS, PLANS AND MORE PLANS
When Jenett went back to the sitting room, Karen Shapiro was walking around the sitting room, touching the furniture and laughing at the pictures of Brown as a child. There was also a picture of Gabriel Darius, and as she touched the picture, Jenett could see the waves of emotions wash over her face time and time again. She turned as soon as she acknowledged their presence, then grinned at Brown. Jenett Darius swallowed uncomfortably, then averted her eyes, fixating her eyes at the tiled floor instead of looking into Karen Shapiro's cold eyes. The floor was definitely way comfortable to look at. Karen Shapiro's eyes seemed to suck you in, reminding you of your promises,reminding you of your loyalty to her. Jenett Darius was scared of Karen, but she knew she had to be brave. She had to be strong, at least for her son. She had to find and gather whatever strength she had for her son, Brown. “Well, if it isn't the great Brown Darius. You've changed a lot, I can see that life ha
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 152: A MOTHER'S TURMOIL
Not seeing her son for days meant that Farida Atticus was slowly giving in to her body's requests. When she was sad, her body wanted sugar. Her body wanted junk, it wanted fat, it wanted carbohydrates. And that was why, for the umpteenth time in her office that day, Farida Atticus had ordered another plate of ice cream with two tacos that were nearly wrapped to back it up. She stared at the food in front of her, slightly irritated. That's what love had done to her. Love had succeeded in making her a fool, in making her look stupid even though she was smarter. Even though she clearly knew how to make better decisions. Love had turned Farida Atticus into something else. She was irritated by herself because this wasn't where she had envisioned herself. In a fix, her son went missing, all because she had decided to fall for a certain wealthy man whose charms were too impossible to ignore. All because she had decided to let love lead for once. All because she had decided to think
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 153: THE KAREN SHAPIRO GAME
Karen Shapiro drove her car, smiling at Gonzalez in the backseat. Her mind was racing. Since leaving Jenett's house, she had found herself thinking. She wanted to box Mark Darius into a corner. She still had feelings for him, and hence she didn't want to kill him. Now, she was focusing solely on what had brought her into the cat and dog chase in the first place, which was the company that she was sure rightfully belonged to her. She wanted to make Mark Darius sweat. She wanted to make him know what it felt like to be hunted. She was the hunter, and he was the hunted. She was the predator, and he was the prey. She wanted to make sure that he regretted ever crossing her path or even playing games with her. “What are you going to do with them, Karen?” It was Gonzalez's booming baritone. Whenever he spoke to her, she found out that he smiled more. But she had always pretended not to notice. She wanted their relationship to remain formal, afterall she was the one taking care of thei
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 154: THE RED BOX
When Mark Darius opened the door to his apartment, he stood in shock, staring at the letter in front of the door of his home. The letter was wrapped in a red box, and even though he was known for being brave, he was afraid. The red box reminded him of the moment when his car had been destroyed. It made him remember how scared he was when it had happened, how terrified he had been for days. Since the kidnap of Atticus, Mark Darius had discovered that he was in fact, attached to the young child. He also found out something else. He was done hiding and concealing his hate for Karen Shapiro. For her to go as far as kidnapping a young child in order to get to him was very petty. Way too petty. The fact that he also loved Farida Atticus and was more than heartbroken to see her break down constantly in tears was what solidified his hatred for Karen. How could she? It was a game of cat and dog, yes, but involving a woman he had barely known for two weeks? Kidnapping her child? It w
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 155: MUTED BUT DANGEROUS
Karen's orders had been clear as day. His job was to go in, scare Farida Atticus and then return to the hotel where she was to meet him. But Brown Darius didn't want to scare her. He was angry. He was angry at the world because everybody seemed to have a tongue. He was angry at the world because nobody knew what he had gone through, and nobody cared. He was angry at the world because he knew that nobody cared about his journey, about how far he had come. There were people who had tongues everywhere, people that didn't even know the gift that they had. People who didn't know how lucky they were. That was why he was angry at the world. That was why he didn't just want to scare Farida Atticus, he wanted to injure her. He wanted her to also feel his pain, he wanted her to also feel the pain that he had felt that night at the hospital after Scar had cut his tongue. When Karen Shapiro had shown him the picture of a battered Scar, he hadn't known what to feel. He knew the story was
Underestimated Retribution CHAPTER 156: THE MONSTER SHE CREATED
Karen Shapiro stared at her phone screen, annoyed. She had been trying to reach him for sometime now, but it was clear that he was ignoring her texts. She had even tried to call him, but it was all the same outcome. She had only sent him to scare her, but she was afraid. She knew that within, Brown Darius was a very dark human being. She had seen it in his eyes. He was a man that hated not having to use his freedom of speech, a man that hated the fact that there were even people out there with tongues. It was crazy because she knew she was right. When she had given him the motorcycle, she hadn't liked the look she had seen in his eyes, the gleam of satisfaction. He was clearly a sucker that had been deprived of attention for so long, and now that he had seen it, she felt he was going to abuse it. But Karen Shapiro knew that there was no one else perfect for the job. The scars on Brown Darius only made him more scary than usual, and she knew that only him could make her scared.
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CHAPTER 194: THE VERDICT
EPILOGUE : A YEAR LATER The courtroom was filled with apprehension and tension. From a mile away, one could observe and note the seriousness of the faces, how enraptured they seemed to be. The silence in the courtroom could be broken by just a pin drop, and everyone was rapt with attention, staring at the judge, the jury, the hideous criminal with beautiful eyes, slender waist, a beautiful body and the prettiest of faces, but with a heart darker than the devil's. The entire city was out for her, and everybody in the room was dying for justice to take its course. The entire courtroom was filled to the brim, and even from the outside, people were peering through the windows. It was the largest court in the city, but the turn up had been so massive that people had to look from the windows. That was the kind of reception that Karen Shapiro had garnered. A lot of people had heard her story, the murders she had committed, and how she had controlled the underworld of crime. She wa
CHAPTER 193: THE PILL CALLED REGRET
In the days that followed, Jenett Darius felt as if she was living in a dream. She could barely respond to questions that were thrown her way, and she knew it made the chief of police genuinely worried because of the agreement she had made to testify against Karen Shapiro in the court. How was she going to be able to do that when her purpose of living was no more? When her son was no more, the child that she had birthed hadn't even lived to experience the remorse that she was feeling? The removal of the guilt that had filled her chest by turning herself in? On a sunny Monday morning, she was shocked to find the chief of police opening the door to her cell. She jolted awake, and so did Margaret Woods. She had barely spoken to Margaret since she had heard the news of her son's death, and all she had wanted was for death to snatch her too. But no matter how much she wished for it, it never seemed to come. Death knew that it wasn't time for her to go, and it was playing its part by r
CHAPTER 192: AGAINST ALL ODDS
But Karen Shapiro was in no state to do what she had conjured in her mind. She was brought down by a simple Roundhouse kick, and her head was pinned to the floor as the cold metal of the handcuffs clamped on her wrists. Karen Shapiro was bundled back into her room, just like the common criminal she was. ********* When Mark Darius came to consciousness, he instantly found out that his side was hurting and that he was in a hospital. The dream he had been having was the same one that had tormented him during the previous nights, Karen Shapiro pursuing him endlessly with a knife, her screams making him terrified and making him perspire profusely. By the time he managed to sit up in the white, comfortable bed he was in, he was covered in a sheen of sweat. He also acknowledged immediately that the bed he was lying in wasn't his, and that his room didn't have a speck of blue in it. He had always been a green and orange color person from the start. And those were the colors that flound
CHAPTER 191: GAME OVER
When Karen Shapiro came to consciousness, the first thing she recognized was the continuous beeping of the heart monitor machine next to her and the needle that was in her skin. Her head felt as if it had been pounded upon severally and her eyes wanted to close of their own accord. Where was she? What had happened to her? For all she knew about her being in a blue and white room that stank of drugs and antiseptic, she knew within her that she was missing something. Something was wrong. She wasn't supposed to be in the room that she was, and she knew it. But she couldn't place it. At that same moment, the door opened, revealing a nurse in a white uniform that bore kind, brown eyes. Her hair was covered with a nursing cap, and when she smiled, it was cheerful and broad, seeming to light up the whole room. It made Karen Shapiro smile slightly even though she clearly didn't want to, even though her head felt as if a thousand nails had been drilled into it. The nurse proceeded
CHAPTER 190: A MOTHER'S TORMENT
Swallowing, he spoke those dreaded words that Jenett Darius heard in her nightmares for days, those words that seemed to stick in her mind, that had left a firm imprint in her soul. “I'm afraid your son has been found dead amongst the bodies of the dead in the aftermath of the Splendid bar shooting. He was alive when the ambulance left the bar, but he was confirmed dead on arrival at the hospital. He died from several gunshot wounds.” He paused, and Jenett Darius could only hear the blood pounding in her ears and the hammering of her chest. She couldn't believe it, she was hoping it wasn't true. But it was reality, the cuffs on her hands were real and the chief was still standing in front of her. “I'm sorry that I'm the one that has come to you bearing this sad news, Miss Jenett. I wish I could take it back, but it has already happened.” When she didn't speak, he ventured further, touching her lightly on the shoulder. It was clear that he wanted her to say something, to at least
CHAPTER 189: THE AFTERMATH
As soon as he struck Karen Shapiro on the head with the heavy box, he knew that he had only a few seconds before he would totally black out. And that was why without wasting a precious second, Mark Darius made his way to the phone in Derek Campton's hand. Without skipping a beat, he dialed the popular emergency line, his hands trembling. The amount of blood he had lost was going to determine if he got to live or not, and Mark Darius knew that he had lost quite a lot of blood. “911, what's your emergency?” Smiling, Mark Darius was slowly embracing the darkness that was enveloping him. He was fighting to stay alive, he was fighting death, the darkness, and even though it looked bleak, he was sure that he was going to win. He was going to say his location before the darkness enveloped him completely. It had been quite a long day, and Mark Darius wanted nothing more than to lay down and rest. He had been fighting a battle which he didn't know how it was going to turn out, and t
CHAPTER 188: THE CONFESSION
“I can drive you to the station. I believe one of the staff can help to look after Atticus. He's eating, and as far as food is involved, he's good to go.” Sergei stared at her, slightly worried. He was just a little bit different. Even in the urgency of the moment, he was rethinking things, making sure that he wasn't leaving out any detail. He was very observant, and she could see why Mark had maintained his service throughout the years. “Are you sure? You should rest, take a shower. I assure you that Mark will be alright. He knows how to take care of himself, fight his battles if you know what I mean.” She nodded, knowing that she would do anything to know that Mark was safe and sound. He had fought for Atticus, and it was up to her to do the same for him. She would gladly do it without blinking or hesitation. “I'm certain. I need to be sure that Mark is safe and that Karen hasn't killed him yet.” Sergei nodded, finally acknowledging her pleas to follow him. He had carefully c
CHAPTER 187: LOOKING FOR MARK
She didn't know why, she couldn't fathom the reason. It was probably what she had deserved, but the fact that she had been so close to getting away hurt her everyday of her life. After she closed the box successfully, she turned around to see a smiling Mark Darius, the smaller of her boxes with its edges that were made of metal in his hands. And before she could move or raise her hands in defense, the box had been slammed on her head, sending her into a darkness she had never encountered throughout her life. ********** Farida Atticus stared at her son, then smiled. Out of everything that had happened to her in the past few weeks, he seemed to be the only good thing that had emerged from it all. For the fact that he had managed to come out of the devil's lair that was Karen Shapiro's home unshattered and unharmed, there was every reason for her to be happy. Yes, her life had been a mess because of love, but there was one thing Farida found herself acknowledging. She st
CHAPTER 186: BEATING THE ODDS
But it was clear that Mark Darius was having none of it. His mind was made up, and he stared at her, his gun very much active in his hand. He was going to use it, no matter what she said. “I can give you the contract right now.” Mark Darius smiled instead, as if he knew of her plans to bolt and do something unpredictable like she had done a few minutes ago. He looked purely ready for her, her antics and whatever she was going to try next. “You should've thought about that before trying to shoot me, Karen Shapiro.” And with those words, he fired. It was a single shot, and the bullet pierced her upper arm in a jolt that sent her to the floor, holding her now bleeding hand. At that moment, Mark Darius let out a cry. He had fallen to the floor, and the gun was out of his hand. Staring at him in pain, Karen Shapiro could see that he was in pain. He was clutching his side, his knuckles completely white. Despite her bleeding arm, the sight of Mark Darius in pain seemed to give her st
