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Underestimated Retribution Chapter 90: Greedy Lawyer
Mark sat in David's office, alone, surrounded by the familiar scent of old books and stale air. He sifted through the files he had picked up from the bank, sensitive documents his father had insured. David had stepped out earlier to help his wife with an unplanned bulk grocery order, and Mark couldn't help but smile at the memory of the way David tried to downplay the fact that he enjoyed his wife's company, even in mundane tasks like grocery shopping. As he delved deeper into the files, Mark's mind wandered to his own parents. He tried to recall what they were like when he was younger, but the memories were too vague, shrouded in a haze of time. He waved the thoughts off sadly, his eyes refocusing on the papers in front of him. The documents were a reminder of his father's meticulous nature, and Mark's heart swelled with a mix of emotions; nostalgia, longing, and a hint of regret. His phone rang, and he picked it up, a smile spreading across his face as he saw the caller ID. "Talk
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 91: Suspicious Karen
Mark watched with a mixture of amusement and disdain as Cooper carried out his orders, his lips curling up in a smirk. Cooper barked out commands to his men, his voice echoing through the room. "Clear the place out, boys! The big man wants the space to himself!" As the guards began to usher people out, Mark noticed one of them approach Cooper, his face set in skepticism. He whispered something in Cooper's ear, his words lost in the loud disco music. Mark's curiosity piqued, he wondered what the guard had said to Cooper, his eyes scanning the area as he searched for the flight of stairs leading to the VIP area above in the gallery. Whatever the guard said to Cooper, it clearly struck a nerve. Cooper's face turned beet red with rage as he grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and suit, his stodgy hands clenched into fists. "Do I look like a clown to you, making little jokes?" He bellowed, his voice echoing through the room. "I've said what the bloody hell I said, so you don't sta
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 92: Ashes To Ashes
Jennet's footsteps echoed through her room as she paced back and forth, her mind racing with thoughts and worries. Her hand was pressed against her forehead, as if trying to massage away the tension that had been building up for days. She had been trying to reach Number One but he wasn't responding to her calls. She had pressured Bennet into giving her his contact information, but now it seemed like a dead end. The phone in her hand felt like a lifeline, but it was a lifeline that was rapidly fraying. She was tired of being kept in the dark, tired of not knowing what was happening with her son's case. The court was dragging its feet, and even if they did finally set a trial date, Jennet knew that the odds were stacked against them. There was no evidence to prove Brown's innocence, and she feared that he would be trapped in a system that seemed designed to keep him locked away. Jennet's fingers flew across the keypad as she dialed the number again, her frustration and anger growing
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 93: She's Not My Type
Mark stepped out of his car, the crunch of gravel beneath his feet echoing through the late afternoon air. He handed his briefcase to the waiting guard, a habitual gesture that had become second nature since the car bomb incident. The memory of that fateful day still lingered, a stark reminder of the risks that came with his wealth and status. Ever since then, Mark had taken extreme measures to ensure his safety. His car was now equipped with an advanced security system, designed to detect and prevent any potential threats. The system was state-of-the-art, capable of detecting even the slightest hint of a bomb or tampering. If a bomb had been wired to the door handle, the system would prevent him from opening the door, giving him precious time to react. As he walked towards his house, Mark was flanked by a team of guards, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a hawk's intensity. They were stationed at strategic points, ever vigilant for any suspicious movement or potential threa
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 94: She's My Maid, Not Wife
As the evening wore on and the main course was finished, the host declared, "Now, gentlemen, feel free to indulge with the maid. She's as good as she looks!" Elena's eyes widened in alarm as she began to clear the table, her gaze darting to Mark in a silent plea for help. Enzo, in particular, seemed to take the host's words as an invitation, his eyes leering at Elena's body as he licked his lips in anticipation. Elena's discomfort was palpable, her movements stiff and hesitant as she replaced his dish with a dessert of velvet cake and cream topping. Mark ignored Elena's discomfort and said to the music machine, "Alexa, play us some upbeat music. We would like to party." While the music played in the background, Mark rose to his feet, lifting his glass up, and said, "Cheers to good business and more money." The men raised their glasses with a loud cheer, and while they were still standing, Enzo turned his attention to Elena, who was still picking up some plates at the table and repla
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 95: When Evil Strikes Twice
The memories flashed before Mark's eyes like a grim slideshow. Sarah, his loyal assistant, gunned down in cold blood. Johnson, his trusted driver, killed in a car bomb explosion. Stefan, the quiet janitor, discovered days after the first excavation, his lifeless body a haunting reminder of the danger that haunted Mark. Mark's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he thought of all those who had been hurt by his enemies. The anger and pain simmered just below the surface, fueling his resolve to make them pay gravely for their sins. Mark's gaze shifted to the passenger side, where his new bodyguard, Saint, sat watching him with an expressionless face. Mark couldn't help but think, what's with bodyguards and their weird names? As Mark deviated from the planned route, Saint raised an eyebrow. "Where are we headed, sir?" He asked, his deep voice firm but polite. Mark's smile grew wider. "I need to see my father," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. As he drove, Mark's though
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 96: Mark Has Been Set Up
Elena sat on the couch, away from Mark, who was shedding tears, his pain was palpable. She could see the hurt went really deep, to his very soul. She wondered who could have committed such a heinous crime, killing the influential and almighty Gabriel Darius. The cruelty of it was unfathomable. For a brief moment, she suspected it might be the hand work of Number One, but she quickly dismissed the thought. Mark was inconsolable, refusing her attempts at comfort or words of solace. He had cancelled all his appointments for the day and ordered the premises to be closed to prevent anyone from coming in. Elena sat with him for a while longer, then rose up to answer her phone, which had begun ringing. She excused herself to take the call in her bedroom, leaving Mark alone with his grief. As she walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, wondering who could have done such a thing, and what their motives might be. The silence in the room was heavy, and Elena couldn't shake o
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 97: Elena's Escape
Elena walked tentatively along the corridors. It was afternoon, and Mark was downstairs in the mini bar. She had timed what she was about to do to coincide with the time when the guards were about to rotate their shift. She looked along the corridor and found no one standing guard. She hurried over to Mark's door and tried the handle, praying silently that it would be open. Luckily for her, it opened. She walked into the room and shut the door behind her. She hurried over to Mark's closet and hid the briefcase behind a shoe rack. She quickly and quietly stepped out. Once she got to the door, she immediately remembered something and turned back to the set of drawers in a corner of the room. She searched until she pulled out Mark's checkbook. She looked behind her to make sure she was still alone. She opened it and found the imprint of Mark's signature from a previous transaction. She imitated the style and it was a perfect replica. She smiled to herself in satisfaction. She had be
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
