Chapter fifty seven

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Marcus swore angrily, almost working his office Down.

Handy strode silently at one side of the room, staring at Marcus, dear and anger also written on his face too.

"He almost killing me, and I would have been dead if I hadn't been waiting for you" Marcus turned towards Handy.

He knew the poor guard didn't have anything to do with it. He knew so. But he was angry and frustrated.

"Do you know anything about this because I can take your life with my bear hands if you don't tell me the damn truth"

"I swear on my tangible life, I Know nothing about it sir"

Marcus grabbed the glassy short stat on the table and threw it angrily against the wall, and the clattering and shattering sounds could be heard all over the house.

"Where's Taylor and Skype?"

"Sir?" Handy answered confused.

"Oh..." Marcus said realizing his own mistake. "They aren't back with the jet?"

"They'll be here in few minutes" Handy replied looking at his watch.

"Good, we'll take the jet instead of the car"

"Sir...."

"No more query, I've made up my mind and that's it" Marcus told him and matched upstairs but turned back on second instinct.

"This mustn't get to the ears of Sophie Okay?"

"Yes sir!"

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An hour later, Marcus was in his private jet, in a really bad mood, travelling to the east coast of New York.

"How many hours more are we going?"He asked Skype, who sat typing away on the laptop on his laps.

"An hour more Boss"

"What do you want us to do about the morning accident? Skype asked.

"Do absolute nothing. They'll be expecting us to backfire now but we won't, we'll watch them for a week or two, then after we're sure they've removed their mind from our revenge, we'll close in on them"

"True" Handy said.

"Right now, they'll be preparing for any ambush and trying to bear off any attack from our side" Taylor, the pilot added.

"Try as much as possible to be careful from now on, before you enter into any car, check around for any bombing installments and device trackers" Skype warned.

Handy and Taylor nodded their head but Marcus looked out if the window, thinking and still brewing with anger.

So Brian still wants to get him killed to have his foundation, his company. Even as he'd become a one legged man. He still want to rule over his territory,his people.

Marcus signed in utter frustration and annoyance. He'll get him. And when he does, either one if them must die, it's either he killed Brian, or Brian kills him.

But he'll kill Brian, not the other way round.

An hour later, Taylor landed the jet on a large grassy clearing and Marcus got down slowly. The blowing of the jet's fan disheveled his perfectly combed hair and he ran his hand through them, sweeping strands of hair away from his face. The sight was breathtakingly confirmed by the few women who where seen around on the clearing.

They all stood to stare at him and Marcus sent them all a hard glare to back them off but it seems like his gaze is even more sexy.

"Which way do we take"Marcus turned towards Skype, ignoring the chuckling women who couldn't take their eyes off him.

"From this certain place, our destination is like twenty minutes if we take the trees but thirty minutes if we take the road. Don't you think taking the trees will be better as we didn't bring any cars with us sir?"

Marcus thought for a minute before deciding."Let's take the road, I'll do anything than talk to these women asking for directions. They seem too dumb"

Skype, Taylor and Handy both sent each other a quivering look of discomfort.

"Let's take the road then, we'll get a cab when we reach the main road" Skype suggested and they all turned to leave. Marcus sent one last look at the still dazed women and smirked at them.

In his mind, all he could think of was ' I have a woman,and I'm a soon tone father, do get the hell outta here' Harsh isn't it?

They ordered the best taxes they could see, and drove off to 178 alvoados lane off the east coast.

It seemed to be a quiet popular place because the both taxes drivers didn't even asked them questions about their location and drove them straight to the front of the house.

Marcus sent Skype the 'Is this it ' look and Skype looked I to the laptop he was still carrying and nodded at him.

They got down from the taxis and paid with quite a few tips. After the taxes drove away, they all stood to look at the almost wretched house Stacy son lived with Stacy Aunt.

That woman surely lived a wretched life too, Marcus thought as he started walking in, his men behind him.

When he got to the front porch, he walked closer to the door and knocked.

There wasn't any response, and when he knocked again, he could hear a faint response from the inside.

They could all the the unlatching of the door and it opened slowly. An elder woman in long gown smiled at them.

Her gray clothes had sure seen better days and she looked quiet old and fragile. Her pale skin cruelly battered.

"Hello young men, how can I help you?"

Her voice was crackling but warm.

It made Marcus remember his mother and he almost felt for the woman.

"Good afternoon, we're here to see your niece, we actually came...."

"My niece?" she seemed confused "I have my grandson,not a niece"

"Grandson?" Marcus asked.

"Are you by any chance the mother of Stacy?" Skype asked the older woman.

The woman signed, as friendly as she looked,it seems she wasn't too happy about some three strange men questioning her about her personal life.

"Who're you?"She asked and before Marcus or any one of them could answer, a young boy of about four years came out behind his grandma.

"Who are those grandma?" The little boy asked.

"I really don't know them son" She said back to the boy who stared up at Marcus like as if he knew him before.

"Ma'am, we really need to talk as we need your help on some things. Please confirm if you're Stacy's Aunt or her mother" Marcus pleaded.

"I'm her mother, would you like to come into the house?" She asked making way for them to come in. When Marcus entered, he knew this wasn't Called a house but a demolished shed.

"What kind of daughter let her mother stay In a place like this with her son?"Taylor voice rang out as he also studied their surroundings.

"please seat, try to make yourself comfortable" she told them. The boy, was name the still didn't know kept staring at all of them.

"What your name boy?" He asked the boy.

"Marcus...his name is Marcus" The old woman answered, ruffling the little boys hair and smiling down at him, showing hi. the love that his mother supposed to but which she isn't showing.

So Stacy named the boy Marcus?

The old woman's revelation sent the men into the muteness mode as the all but stare at each other.

Stacy's one mad woman. Marcus thought as he sent a look at the little boy again.