Chapter sixty one

Hello guys, I'm so sorry I haven't updated any chapter for the past few days now, and you must be very disappointed. I hope you can bare with me because that happened for some personal reasons. But I promise you that's the last time this will happen. I love you all 💟🙏💖

"She's in labour!!" Evelina screamed, running Sophie who gripped the staircase tightly with her white knuckles, clearly, visibly in pain.

Elliot's expression changed to panic and fear while Ben's expression remains unfathomable.

"My waist.....it seems.....it seems to be burning" Sophie gasped for breath as she streached out her hand to Evelina for strength.

"I'll help her to the car, Evelina why don't you get the bags prepared while Ben call the boss" Elliot quickly suggested, moving to help the oohing Sophie.

Evelina nodded and ran up the stairs, Ben moving quickly to grab his phone.

Elliot slip a hand around Sophie waist, gently walking her out of the house. A panic expression still plastered on his face.

Sophie could feel the contractions worsening and growing more painful after each release.

The contractions would lighten after few minutes then grow worse when it started again.

"Call Marcus...." was all she could muster.

"Ben's already doing so." Elliot answered her as he gently walks over to the car.

"Oh....holy Jesus....." Sophie gripped Ben's hand strongly, her nails almost digging into his flesh. She wasn't supposed to be hurting the poor man, it was supposed to be Marcus. She was supposed to be gripping him hard in the labour room too. Sophie thought as another set of painful contractions washed over her.

"Easy ma'am...easy, You're going to be fine." Elliot tried to comfort her, but that fell on deaf ears.

Evelina ran Towards them, with a black bag dangling from her arm. She ran to the car door and pulled it open, threw the bag inside and stepped aside for Elliot to help Sophie in.

Ben walked out minutes later,a worried expression on his face.

Weird.

Ben was never worried. Elliot thought.

After gently putting Sophie in the car, Elliot turned toward him.

"What's wrong?"

"The boss isn't picking up, dialed his number several times but it kept directing me to a voicemail"

"How weird can that be?"

"Very weird" Elliot answered.

"Can you leave that place and get in here or do you want her to have her baby here in the car?" Evelina asked both of them.

Elliot and Ben stared at each other and got in, Elliot taking the driver's seat.

Sophie's painful moan and Evelina ooshing sighs were the only sounds in the car as Elliot drove fast to the hospital.

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Marcus stood with his legs wide, arms akimbo as he watched Brian walked towards him.

This was where the war began.

Marcus stared hard at him, watching as he loaded up bullets into his shortgun. They where in Marcus warehouse, there were lots of weapons and tools one could use to fight. But Marcus was patient. He wasn't usually the starter of a fight, not until he was firmly pushed to the wall.

"You can just leave here now as whole as you came, all you just need is handing me all the documents to your properties." Brian said, limping towards a wooden chair.

"My documents? Is that all you need?" Marcus asked. Earning a suspicious look of scorn from Brian.

Marcus cocked his head to one side, with a lopsided smile in his face.

"Surprised?" He asked him, watching his every move.

"Of course.....yes I am, you're ready to go scot-free and drop all your documents?"

"Do I appear to you like some sort of a weak man, that your silly threatening would make me give up all my hard earned money?" Marcus asked him, smiling sheepishly.

Brian shook his head in anger.

"Your hard earned money? We both work for the money..."

"How's that possible?"

"I'm your step brother, and your manager....."

"I paid you your salary, it never went due. I ain't got no time for shits. I'm here to end things, it's either I kill you or you kill me. Because I'm not going to let you hurt my woman one more time."

"it's...."

"You've done enough"

"Nothing is never enough for me, not until I get what I want!"

"And you'll die without having it."

"I won't die Marcus...you will. And after I kill you,I'll make the life of that your pregnant woman miserable, then I'll kill her and the baby so you won't have any descendants..."

Marcus didn't even think twice before he strode towards him and punched him in the face, throwing the gun out of his hand and Knocking him to the ground.

Marcus bent low over him, striking him hard on his cheeks and felt good as blood gushed out after his last punch.

"Never In your short life should you ever threaten my woman,nor the baby in her." Marcus warned angrily. Letting go of his collar and standing up.

Brian staggered and tried to get up too, wiping away the blood from his jaw, smiling and frowning. Giving Marcus the most killing look.

"Arrrrrrrrggggggggg!!!!" Brian screamed loudly and angrily, and few of his men ran into the big warehouse.

Handy, Skype and Taylor walked in too. Clearly satisfied with the blood on Brian's face.

Marcus made a hand for his men to stop them from going forward and they needed his command.

"Damn it! Damn you!" Brian almost screamed, pointing his loaded gun at Marcus and his men. Skype raised his loaded gun too, Taylor did the same and Handy tackled his AK 47 out of the bag he was carrying. Surprising Brian's men, and Brian himself.

Handy brought out another gun and handed it Marcus, clearly loaded.

Marcus nodded his approval, and collected the gun, stared at it, with a lopsided smile attached to his lips.

Brian shot the first shot at Marcus and thankfully it missed him.

Marcus looked up at him,and fired a shot at him too, it missed him also.

His men began fighting with the other men, bullets exploding and everywhere becoming war front.

Marcus fired another shot at Brian as he hid behind a wooden table.

As he looked out again. he saw his bullet had hit Brian on his other leg.

And he slowly and carefully walked out of his hiding spot.

He watched as Brian layed on the floor screaming in pain and agony.

Good.....he didn't want him to die but he didn't want him to survive either.

"You think you can kill me...you think...you can go Scot free..."

Before Marcus could say another word, he felt a bullet penetrate into his shoulder. And as blood started to gusg out, he could see the laughter on Brian's face.

The evil smile. Marcus wished he could walk over and strangle him to death. He wanted to move but he staggered and fell down instead. His hand moved to his bloody and badly aching shoulder.

Was he going to die? He asked himself, not taking his eyes away Brian who had shot him and had passed out few seconds ago.

He couldn't die, he wouldn't die. He had something..... someone to live for. His woman...his baby.....