Chapter 64

"What are you doing here?"

Mark looked surprised, "the question is, why are you here, and where does this lead to?"

"To my garage."

Mark acted surprised, "fancy car in a garage?"

"Yes, this belongs to a friend."

Claire looked over Mark's shoulder, "why are they here?"

"We came down here for some work and ended up trying to open whatever this is?"

"Would you mind if we gave a peek inside?"

Angela stood with her arms crossed, blocking Mark, the guys who climbed out stepped forward, "Gentleman, please give me some space?" He said, sounding annoyed.

"Okay, boss."

"Quite a title you have there, boss?"

"Yes, they work for me on a construction site."

"Construction site at this hours. I bet they get paid well over time, do you boys." She leaned her neck forward, grinning."

"Of course they do. I take care of my staff."

"Good to know, Mark."

"Are you able to direct where you saw my brother?"

"Sure, follow me."

Angela reached into the handbag, placing the gun close to the lever.

Mark had climbed into the car and flashed his brights as he turned around. The Audi he was driving wasn't close to the Ferrari and Angela's speed.

"Gentlemen, you know what to do?" Mark said.

"Yes, boss, we grab her by the park."

"Thats right, and remind me again, why aren't you killing her?"

The one guard always carried a set of sticky notes on him; he flipped open one and answered like a kid excited to give the correct answer in primary school. "We mustn't kill her because she owns the code we need to open the safe."

"I need you boys to get ready."

"We are ready, Sir." The guy with the sticky notes answered.

Angela furiously climbed out of the car, "this is not the place."

Mark looked over at his guards, "Get her."

Angela pulled out her 9mm colt semi-automatic, pointing it at them, "if any of you step a foot closer. I will kill you all."

Mark laughed, "you might be able to shoot one of us, but not all simultaneously."

"You willing to put your life on the line ?" Angela faintly smiled.

She then turned the gun to the side, "in case you haven't noticed, this is semi-automatic. Now, did you see my brother, or are you bluffing?"

"And why would I tell you."

"This is why." Angela fired two shots into the bodyguard's shoulders, and the bullet exited from the back. It was less than three seconds, and both guys were on the ground screaming. "I never mentioned this is a Sig Sauer 9MM 124GR JHP V-with Elite Performance Ammunition 20RDS. It shoots out a Jacketed Hollow Point. How much more do gou want to piss me off, Mark? This next shot will go through your head," Angela held up her gun to his head, "did you or did you not see my brother?"

Angela suddenly appeared much taller in front of him.

"I never saw him, I saw him leave and you guys splitting up."

"What is it that you want, Mark?"

Mark remained silent. Angela, without hesitation, shot Mark in the knee as he kneeled, "You bloody bitch, I will make you pay for this."

Angela calmly walked over to him, pointing the gun at him, "let's try this again. What are you to these assholes?"

Mark looked up, his eyes were red from the pain, and he was bleeding out, "I was the one who delivered these people to them."

"So you are telling me you are accountable for all those people who are locked up?"

"Most of them." Mark shook his head, feeling ashamed.

"Damn you, when this is all over, you better hope I don't find you because every life you deliver to them will be a relative I take from you."

One guy pulled out his gun, but her mom had always taught her to be cautious of her surroundings.

Without looking, Angela shot the guy in the head, "your people underestimate me."

Mark pulled out a knife, and Angela quickly reacted by shooting the hand holding the knife, "you bloody bitch," he screamed in pain, "why don't you just kill me?"

"Where is the fun in that, Mark? If I kill you now, it would be too easy."

"You have no idea who you messed with."

"I don't care who you are. You are a nobody in my eyes."

Angela turned around and walked away; her heart was beating fast. Angela walked up to the Audi and pulled out her blade, stabbing holes in four tires. Four men came walking by; Angela hid in the dark behind a tree. The four men wear brown coats and broken beanies; they stop and look at Mark. He repeatedly says, "Help us."

The four men turned, looked at each other, and searched Mark, removing the car keys and all his cards. One man got on one knee, grabbing the hand in which Mark was shot, removing his role. Mark attempted to hold onto the roles and stared at him, pulling out an eighteen-inch blade with sharp points and placing his index finger to Mark's lips, "silence," he said.

As he moved over to the dead guy stripped him of everything, even their suit. The third guy, who survived the shot in the leg, was not so lucky; they took his wallet and slit his throat. Angela looked at her wristwatch and saw it was 01h55am. These four men were up to no good; they had walked to the Audi and sat in it before noticing the Ferrari opposite. They leaned over to see if someone was watching through the window, but they saw no one and walked over to the car. Angela climbed in quietly, moved to the driver seat, and started the car. The men heard this and pulled out a long butcher knife; Angela accelerated, taking off quickly from the parking lot. The guys with the butcher knives walked up to Mark, "who was in that car?"

Mark was lying on the ground, holding his leg, applying pressure. These four men seemed so tall and somewhat scary. He looked up at them, "Fuck you, assholes."

He pulled out his gun, which was in the back of his pants, and shot the guy holding the butcher knife in the chest. The man stood there holding his butcher knife, staring down as blood dripped from his mouth.

"You asshole," he gasps, "you, you shot me."

He fell over, hitting his head on the sidewalk. Mark pointed the gun at the other three men, "do you guys want to die?"

They pleaded, for their lives, "no, please do not kill us."

Mark pushed himself up, and he felt excruciating pain with every movement. "You assholes have no purpose in this life. Why do you want to live? It's not like you have a home to go to. You cunts are out here killing and robbing people."

The three guys did not know how to respond; all words that could escape their mouths were, "sorry, Sir."

"Get me up. Come on, what are you standing around for? Do you want more dead bodies?"

Mark handed them all cash. Their tone suddenly changed to respect, "Boss, is there anything we can do?"

"Yes, you," he pointed to the guy wearing a brown beanie with a clean coat, "you will drive. We will visit some of my friends, "Mark said.

"Sir, I can't drive."

"Your a bloody grown man and can't drive? I will be damned if you guys ever go into the Hijacking industry."

Mark looked down; he was losing quite a bit of blood. He removed his belt, "take this belt and tie it on top of the knee. That bloody bitch shot me. Can any of you drive?"

A six-foot man with a black beanie, a scar across his face, and blind in one eye stepped forward, "I," and pointed to himself.

"What are you? A mute, can't you talk?"

He shook his head, and one of the guys said, "he can't talk. His tongue is cut out."

"He can't talk, but he can drive, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, let's get moving."

Angela's heart was racing; she had not felt so much adrenalin. It was a rush of fear and excitement, relieved her brother was alive. Angela was hoping Mark was killed or her safe house would be exposed. Angela drove back to the safe house and told herself that doing this in broad daylight was safer. When arriving at the safe house, Nicole and Marcus were asleep. She had laid awake, eventually drifting off to sleep. With a banging sound, she woke up. She reached for her gun and stood up, strolling over to the kitchen, "I can't believe it's you. How did you find me?"

Marcus and Nicole stood there with their mouths wide open. "I'm glad you are here," Angela ran into his arms and hugged him tightly. She had already felt safer.