The car came to a stop before a construction site in a location Mark suspected to be on the other side of town. The driver didn’t make it any easy to memorize any landmarks, as he made sure to drive in circles until Mark lost track of how many turns they had taken.All through the journey, a man had sat quietly in the passenger seat, never turning back for once to regard them.“We’ll be okay”. Mark promised, holding Karen’s hand in his. He silently prayed that they would be okay eventually. The man sitting in the passenger seat climbed down and held Karen’s side door open.“You both get down from here”. The man said in a gruff voice.He had on a black sleeveless shirt, and looked as thick and large as a rock. His skin was crawling with multiple tattoos and his face had a long scar running down from his forehead, down to the side of his chin.Mark swallowed down his fear and walked in the direction the man nodded towards with his head.“Uncle!” Karen cried out in terror when they arriv
Mark’s vision was blurry and his head rang with a terrible headache. He squinted his eyes till he could make out the figure of the tattooed man in front of him.“You would let us go first, before I..” He tried to bargain but was shut up by another hard slap from Donnie, that sent his chair flying backwards, and crashing on the floor with a loud thud.“No! Please stop!” Karen cried in anguish. “Please, don’t hurt him anymore. You’ll kill him!” She cried in frustrated anger.“Get him up”. Mark heard the tattooed man instruct Donnie.“Let them go at least”. Mark said, spitting out some blood after he spoke.The tattooed kidnapper walked up to him and crouched low till he was breathing hard into Mark’s face.“You don’t get to make any requests or demands for that matter.”Mark looked away in defiance, the metallic taste of blood mixing with a bitter anger and an equal hunger for revenge, inside his mouth.“Please, I beg you. You've hurt him enough. Just let us go!” Karen cried.“Please, l
When Charlie had called her back at the station, Jennet had been in a pretty dark place, one shrouded with guilt and anger. But when she stepped out to meet him waiting in front of the police station like he had said, and this time with a proper BMW saloon car, her mouth nearly fell to the ground from shock.Charlie had been all smiles and sweet spice. “Hello, beautiful”. He had held out a hand to help her down the flight of stairs leading down from the entrance of the building.“I didn’t think you were this close when you said you were in the neighborhood”. Jennet said.“Maybe our stars are aligning again, Jenny”. He gave her that boyish smirk that could melt her heart over, and her mind raced back in time, to when she had almost fallen in love with him.Lord forgive me. Jennet held her heart and conscience in her hands for extra safety. She had wronged the man beside her, the same person who was being so nice and kind, and who had always been so sweet to her.Even now as they sat in
Brown hesitantly lifted the lid of the cardboard box, his heart pounding wildly against his ribcage. He had almost let out a sigh of relief, after the package didn’t explode in his face, when he discovered a sight that froze him in his tracks. A miniature brown coffin lay inside the box with a note secured to it by a red ribbon. Brown lifted the coffin and placed it on the desk.“What the hell?” One of the officers gasped in shock.Brown gulped down nervously and pried the note loose from the coffin. He lifted it up to the light instead, with his hands as though it weighed a ton, and squinted to read the words drawn in neat cursive.“The soul that sins shall die.” His breath caught in his throat and a wave of anxiety engulfed within his soul. With trembling hands, he dropped the note, his eyes scanning the room frantically, every shadow now a potential threat, every creak of the floorboards became a haunting echo of his fear.***Mark slowly emerged from the haze of unconsciousness,
Castillo shrugged his shoulders and resumed speaking. “We picked him up at the party, as agreed, and..”“You shot my father”. Mark finished off the rest of his sentence for him.“What?” Castillo asked with a confused frown.“After you shot my father, you took Mr. Shapiro. That’s what happened, isn’t it?” Mark shot him a vengeful glare.“What’re you talking about, man? Look, you’ve got it all wrong”. Castillo argued in his defense. Mark looked up to inspector Conrad inquisitively.“That’s what he’s been saying all day”. Conrad shook his head.Mark nodded gently, processing the information he had just received. He slammed his hands down on the desk and shot up to his feet, leaning over to look Castillo directly in the eyes.“Liar!” He accused him.“Why the hell would I lie now?” Castillo queried. “I had my instructions straight, and that’s all I followed. Kidnap Cornelius Shapiro and demand a ransom. Why would I kill Gabriel Darius when I could easily have abducted him and mined a fortu
Time flew by in a flash, and evening descended upon them. The place was starting to fill up with customers looking to get a quick dinner before heading home from work. The quiet and tranquility that they had enjoyed when the crowd was less had been rudely snatched away from them.“I think we should get going,” Charlie suggested and rose up to his feet.They stepped out of the restaurant and on to the street, only to be welcomed by a gust of cold winds. A family of dark clouds had covered up the sky, blocking out the orange light of the setting sun.“Would you look at that,” Charlie shook his head with a smile and turned to find her shivering slightly.“Here you go,” he took off his jacket and hung it over her shoulders. “Thank you,” Jennet hugged the jacket tightly, looking away to hide her blush at the gesture.They walked on in silence, comfortable with enjoying each other’s company. Jennet got so comfortable in fact, that she failed to notice how far they had walked, when she noti
Bennet sat in his office, nursing a glass of rum while smoking his Cuban cigar. Sending Gabriel Darius to the hospital the way they had, felt like a win for him, albeit very little. But at least, it would give the man something else to think of other than taking him down for courting his son’s wife.The wench had come to me, and not the other way around. Bennet shook his head and emptied his glass in one gulp. He filled it up to keep himself company while he assessed the records sitting on his desk, when the door creaked open and Mr. Right marched into the office, bodyguard in tow.“I tried to keep him out, sir,” his secretary apologized, and he acknowledged with a wave of the hand.“I see we disturbed you, huh?” Mr. Right apologizes sarcastically, taking a seat across from Bennet.He reached out to pick up the glass of rum on the desk, and took a sip from it, closing his eyes as he savored the taste of the drink, if only to spite Bennet.“What do you want?” Bennet swallowed back his
Elena watched Larson as he shifted his glasses till they sat perfectly above the ridge of his nose. He flipped through the documents on his desk quietly. “I had my secretary print out the documents you sent to me via email,” he turned to address Elena and she replied. Mark’s brow quivered in curiosity, but vanished before Larson could notice. Elena wondered what his reaction would be when he eventually learned of the adjustments she had made to the divorce papers.“I believe that at this point, it’s only out of mutual consent that both parties are seeking to separate from each other?” he looked from Mark to Elena through bespectacled eyes.“Yes,” Elena nodded, and felt her heart beat differently at the idea. Why did she suddenly feel uncomfortable with getting divorced from her husband? Even the concept of their marriage seemed so far away, like a very distant memory, but why did she feel uneasy at the thought of it finally coming to an end?She stole a quick sideways glance at him a