All Chapters of MARRED: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

           Sunday hid behind one of the doors in the men's toilet, but he had a clear view from there, and watched silently as Achademsi's CC's probed Reuben, who was now wearing a disguise that hid his actual appearance pretty well.           A fake moustache and a black wig that made him look like a jazz musician. The two men didn't seem to fall for his pretense and got even angrier as he continued denying ever walking in with any waitress, yet alone the waitress in question.         " Look guys " he said forcing a laugh, " if this girl is as hot as you say she is, I don't see why anyone would deny being with her, at least i know i wouldn't " he said again laughing.          At first they acted like they found what he had said amusing, and even laughed like he did, but these men didn't find his act amusing at all, and t

" Sir, we're in position " a CSS agent dressed as a waiter answered through his mouth piece. " Down floors clear sir, " another one who waited at the park responded. " Maintain your position, " Paul answered " Fasting won't hesitate to open fire if he has even the slightest clue that we're here, stay alert " he said as he walked out through the kitchen door, rolling a trolley towards a table, where a man and his wife sat across from each other. " Your orders sir, madam " Paul said smiling, as he dropped their plates on the table, and retreated to the kitchen, " get the rifles ready, take the first clear shots you get " Paul ordered as he rolled the trolley away, " Copy that sir " They had planted sedatives in all the rifles, that way Fasting and his goons wouldn't know what hit them, they would avoid an open shoot out, and by the time they finally regained conciousness, they would already be locked in secure cells. It was a well thought out plan, with no hiccups, at

Reuben hadn't stopped screaming when he felt his chord snap, it broke suddenly, leaving him falling half the height he had jumped, to a painful hard landing that would do no less damage to his body as if he were hit by a moving truck. However, luck was on his side, and he landed on the back of a truck carrying a bunch of cartons. " Urgh... urgh... urgh, " Reuben gasped, feeling his body with his hands to make sure he was still alive, he was, at least he could still count his fingers, everything felt normal, until he tried to sit up, and then heard his back snap, " owwww, oww, ow, ow, " he grimaced, and finally got down from the truck, holding on to his aching back. Sunday was right, the jump was crazy, but at least they got down before Fasting. Fasting ran out of the building suddenly, aiming the gun at anyone who came within inches of him as he headed for his car, but just as he tried to ignite the engine, he saw something flying with full force in the direction of

          " Alice !! Alice !! " Sunday screamed back into the phone , " you son of a bitch, you monster, what did you do to her ! " Sunday cursed.          " Easy, easy, " the voice said, " didn't your mother ever teach you not to use foul language ? my, my, " the voice taunted him, and then cracked into a sinister laugh again.         " Listen here, you son of a bitch, if you hurt her, I will make your life a living hell, do you understand me ? " Sunday threatened.          " Is that a challenge ? " the voice asked, appearing to enjoy how he made Sunday feel.          " Sunday ? is everything okay ? " Paul asked, after seeing Sunday's reaction.          " Is that Paul ? could you give him the phone for me ? " the voice asked, in a mocki

         Fasting !          The name of the deranged psychopath, who had been responsible for the auction of cocaine in various parts of the country.         The deceased maniac, who had single handedly made a fool out of top secret agents, and almost succeeded in putting an end to the lives of a few more.         The sociopath that had more than once escaped the clutches of the law and justice, his was the name at the very top of the most wanted list, his was the name that haunted the dreams of many agents of the CSS, and amongst these many, Sunday was one of them.        Sunday had lost more than just his time in his attempt to bring this monster to justice, he has even lost the only thing that mattered most to him in the world, his sister, the only reason he had to keep on living, even tha