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Mark's hand were sweating as he drove up in front of the old Morrow warehouse. He stopped the truck and looked around. He knew even though they were no where to be seen , there were FBI and police everywhere. Mark just hoped this plan didn't cost Misha here life. He shivered at the thought.
Mark didn't realize how much she had come to mean to him in such a short time. Sure he wanted to wring her neck for not coming to him in the first place, but his feeling of worry and concern far outweighed that. The two of them needed to have a serious talk at some point. Mark looked up as he seen a black Cadillac pull up. He got out of the truck and grabbed the briefcase with the money and went around to lean on the front of the truck.
Talecio got out and smiled at Mark. "Mr Callaway..you have the money, please set it down right there," He said pointing to a spot between them.
Mark shook his head, "Misha first , jerk, then you get the money."
Talecio waved his gun around grinning. "I don't think you're in any position to negotiate my friend, now, the money please."
Mark shook his head. "I want to see Misha, then we'll talk."
Talecio sighed an went around opening the back door to the car, pulling Misha out by the arm. Mark sighed in relief, she looked scared, but otherwise unharmed.
She actually smiled when she seen Mark, she was so relieved she wanted to cry. She knew Mark would come get here, but she held back the tears, this was no time to break down. She had to worry about getting out of this alive and unharmed and making sure Mark didn't do anything crazy. "See she is perfectly fine, she has been treated well, all I want is my money."
Talecio pulled her over and looked at Mark. "Now set the money down and I will pick it up, then you can have her."
Mark shook his head his eyes locking with Misha's. "No, let her go and I will toss you the money."
Talecio didn't like being backed in a corner, but true to his word all he wanted was the money. "Fine, but any tricks, I have this gun, I will shoot this girl's head off."
Mark just nodded and Talecio pushed Misha towards Mark and she ran straight over to him. Mark took her arm looking her over. "You okay?"
She nodded and Mark sighed with relief. "Get in the truck."
Misha saw the look in his eyes, he was going to do something." Mark..don't..."
Mark looked down at her. "I said get in the damn truck, the keys are in there..if anything happens take off." He said in a tone that she was not willing to argue with.
Misha walked around and got in the drivers side locking the door. "Okay Callaway..you have the girl..I'll take my money now!" Talecio shouted, getting impatient.
Mark smiled a not so nice smile and tossed the briefcase high in the air in Talecio's direction . Talecio cursed an stumbled back looking up trying to catch the suitcase, that's when Mark charged forward and lifted one big foot kicking the gun from Talecio's hand. The gun went flying and Mark grabbed the smaller man by the throat. "Your ass is mine." Mark hissed, right before he punched the man in the face, sending him flying.
Misha jumped out of the truck shouting. "Marrrk! Stop!"
Mark didn't hear her however, he was to occupied taking Talecio apart piece by piece. "You sonofabitch! You don't fuck with people I care about!" he said as he pulled the bleeding man up to punch him in the gut. Talecio tried his best to get a shot in on Mark but the punch sent him reeling once again. Sirens started and about twenty fed cars pulled in lights flashing. Detective Rawlings came running up as Mark started stomping the man in the stomach with one big boot." Mark Stop!"
Mark however was having none of it, he wanted to make sure this man got the message that coming in his home an threatening his kids was a big mistake. Mark bent pulling Talecio up again holding the bleeding man in place. "Don't ever threaten my kids!" Mark reared one big fist back an punched the man sending him flying back in a heap on the ground. "Thats enough."
Mark looked over at Detective Rawlings an nodded. "Now it is..I'm taking Misha home, if you need me , you know where to find me."
The Detective nodded. "Ill need to get a deposition from you and Misha, but that can wait till tomorrow.
Mark just nodded and stomped over to the truck glaring at Misha. "I told ya to stay in the truck."
Misha looked down, he was already pissed an she just made it worse, she went around and got in on the passenger side, locking her seat belt around her. Mark got in the drivers side, slamming the door. "Did he hurt you?"
Misha shook her head. "No..he just kept me locked up in a bedroom."
Mark nodded and started the truck backing out, before he got on the road. The air was thick with tension as they started the drive home.
Misha felt like crying, she put his kids in danger, caused him all kinds of trouble, he probably hated her now.
She peeked over at him, yeah he looked mad. "Mark I'm sorry."
Mark kept his eyes on the road. "You should be, if you had just came to me, I would have taken care of this, you put the kids an yourself in danger, that was really dumb Misha." He snapped.
Misha's eyes teared up and she turned to look out the window. She knew he was right, she had been the worlds biggest idiot. They pulled onto the highway heading home, the silence thick in the truck.
The whole ride home was silent and when they pulled into the driveway of Mark's home, Misha jumped out, just wanting to go hide. Mark followed and they were met at the door by George. "Misha honey..I'm so glad you're okay." The older man said hugging her.
Misha was so relived he wasn't mad to , she hugged the man back. "Thanks George..thanks to Mark I'm fine."
George ushered them in and had a pot of coffee and sandwiches waiting for them. Misha sank gratefully on the couch sipping the hot brew and taking a sandwich, she was starving.
Mark sighed and sat down, sipping a cup of hot coffee and explaining to George what had happened. George stayed for a bout a hour and then got up."Okay..its way past late..I'm heading home." he hugged Misha once again and shook Mark's hand and left.
Misha got up without a word to Mark and headed upstairs to check on the kids. She went in Lexi's room smiling at the sleeping baby. Misha bent and kissed her little cheek and adjusted the covers over the baby. She went down the hall and found Danni and Trini bunked together in Danni's room. She kissed both girls, so grateful that this was over and that all the children were okay. She turned to leave and saw Mark in the hallway waiting for her. She closed the door and looked at the big man. "Go get a shower, clean up and then we need to talk."
Misha knew what was going to happen, he was going to fire her and she didn't blame him one bit, she felt like crying. "You're going to fire me aren't you?" She asked.
Mark looked down at Misha, his face dead serious."Yes you are definitely fired..now go shower so we can have that talk." he said and turned around walking off to his room.
Misha bit her lip to keep from crying, she loved the girls and it broke her heart, but she deserved it after the dumb thing she did, she didn't blame Mark for not trusting her with his kids. She had screwed up, and now the kids had to pay because of her, Trini loved Mark and Danni and Lexi, now she was going to be ripped away because she had made a dumb mistake. Misha started off to her room, she might as well get a shower and get this over with.
