Sometimes the things we want the most tend to be toxic for us, we crave things which bring us peace of mind but that peace barely last for long - it all feels scripted and too good to be true. That's what Diana felt the moment she walked inside her apartment with that piece of paper with a number written on it, she said goodbye to Marcus and refused him upstairs because she needed to be alone.
"Are you sure you don't want me in there with you?" asked Marcus worried about Diana.
"Marcus, I've been having periods ever since I was twelve. I got this trust me"
"I know my love, I know... It's just"
Suddenly Marcus's phone beeped and he took it out of his pockets, a message popped up from one of his spies. "A WAITER GAVE HER A PIECE OF PAPER, ALERT!" Marcus stared back at Diana, then at the message on his phone.
"Is everything alright?" asked Diana.
Marcus sighed "It's my brother"
"Simon?"
"Who else can it be? He's stranded in some remote island in Congo, and now he needs two hundred grand to get him out and help the farmers. Fuck! He's always doing this to me Diana, people just use me for money and that's include my own flesh and blood" Marcus acted as if he was confused and went on to his car, Diana followed him and caressed his back.
"But he's your brother"
"That very much I know, how I wish he wasn't. Anyway lemme not keep you waiting while you have some things... you know... to fix"
"Oh yeah..." Diana smiled nervously without realizing that her awkwardness just assured Marcus that she indeed had something to hide, and right there Marcus saw that piece of paper on Diana's back pocket.
Marcus pulled her in for a tight hug and showered her with kisses, then he snatched the paper from her pocket, memorized the number and then placed it back in real quick. "Call me later" he said and kissed her one last goodbye kiss, then he got on his car and drove away.
Diana thought she was safe from Marcus, and especially when she checked in and found out she still had that piece of paper while the first thing Marcus did when he got to his car was punching the number to his spies, and it was instantly hacked and deactivated so when Diana called all she got was "The number doesn't exist" and she exhaled. That night Diana tried every single way to reach the number to Columbia but she couldn't - her nerves were over the roof.
The fact that Khloe was trying to bring him down even though she was dead and buried had Marcus panicking and the moment he reached his house, he started to feel like he was having an episode. Martin came rushing outside when he heard Marcus getting in.
"Sir, I couldn't trace you earlier... Where did you go after the studios?" asked Martin. "Are you alright sir?"
"Fuck no Martin! Your whore is trying to bring me down even though she's fucking dead" screamed Marcus then he started to take off his shirt claiming he was feeling hot while it was freezing cold in the house, Martin knew something was wrong.
"What is it now?"
"She keeps sending people to Diana, first it was a piece of paper from a boy and now she left one to the waitress too. I'm gonna fucking kill that whore..." Marcus barged inside and banged the door - Martin followed.
By the time he reached the stairs on his way to his room, Marcus was completely naked now. "I feel so fucking hot. Turn on the air conditioners" he screamed. The three bodyguards came to his rescue, Wayyatt and Carlton, and the other one whose name was Barak.
"What is going on?" asked Carlton.
"He's losing his mind, we gonna have to strain him. And bring me the heroin packages..."
Carlton raced to Martin's room where the heroine packages were, and Martin had a task of restraining Marcus from hurting himself or do something stupid and it wasn't an easy task. Whenever Marcus looses it his first attempt is on himself which involves stripping all his clothes and then he has to find heroine which eventually cools him off, or else he would go on and not sleep for the night. Martin was scared Marcus may run off and do something stupid.
The restraining involves ropes tied to Marcus's hands and legs - this wasn't permanent just until he was calm. When both his legs and arms were tied Marcus kept on screaming to be let go "I'm not crazy! I'm not fucking crazy" he screamed kicking the shackles and demanding to be let go. His bodyguards joined forces and Martin injected him with a syringe containing heroine and then forced him to take the antidepressants pills. At the first five minutes he was still hectic and trying to free himself but as the drugs were kicking in slowly Marcus lost his energy and dropped down.
"Martin... Martin"
"Yes sir, I'm here"
"I feel sleepy Martin. I feel..."
"Go to sleep sir, don't fight it just sleep" Martin urged him while stroking his hairs and in seconds he was out.
Carlton and Barak carried Marcus to his room, while Martin sat down on his couch trying to watch documentaries but at that moment nothing seemed to make sense anymore, he was trapped between his loyalty to his boss and the love of a woman he killed, yet still this woman was trying to bring down his boss and now he was losing his mind.
No matter how much Martin felt like he was losing his mind, Diana was really on the brink and she was way gone. Everything didn't make sense to her from the very beginning, she was suspicious of Marcus yet she couldn't come into conclusion of what he was, or prove his involvement in all the things she was suspicious of. She was on bed with the piece of paper not knowing what to do since the number didn't exist anymore. Series of unfortunate events somehow happened when Marcus was around her, and she couldn't understand if they were meant to be or it was all part of his plans.
"Is Khloe really dead? Oh my God! Did Marcus kill her?" Diana asked herself going back and forth - she hadn't slept the whole night and now it was already morning still she was struggling to understand who Marcus really was.
The first thing she did was taking her car and driving straight to Ian, the nephew of detective Edmond to ask some questions although she didn't know what to ask. Two black cars were following her with utmost care and Diana didn't realize anything the whole time.
At this time Marcus was still sleeping hence he couldn't even hear anything when the phone rang, it was his spy who was tasked in monitoring Diana's movements. When it became excessive Martin answered it.
"Hello" he said.
"Where is the boss?"
"Who are you? I'm Martin?"
"We are not supposed to say our names out loud Martin. Where is the boss?"
Martin looked at Martin who passed out totally, maybe the drugs were too much on him. "He's restrained, for now" replied Martin.
"Restrained?"
"Nothing biggie he'll be awake soon, he lost it last night. What is it?"
"It's Diana. She's going to detective Edmond's nephew. What do I do?"
"What? Why would she..." Martin paused then he continued "Oh fuck! She's suspicious"
"This doesn't look so good on our boss's privacy. Is the nephew alive?"
"Shit! I didn't kill him, while I should have... Listen standby, don't do anything"
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Listen to me, Ian moved out of the neighborhood. He is staying at his uncle's place in New York, I'll go to him and finish him off. You keep an eye on Diana, don't let her out of your sight. Do you copy?"
"Yes, I copy" said the spy and hung up the phone.
Diana was driving like she was possessed, she was still not sure if she could trust Martin or not. When she reached the apartment where Ian lived, she saw two black men on the porch and none looked like Ian. When she asked about Ian they said they never met someone named Ian before and if he did live in that apartment then he was long gone. Diana returned to the city unsuccessful - again, only this time she didn't know who to blame. It was evening and she was exhausted when she reached her apartment, and the first person she saw was Marcus looking dashing in his blue blazer, black jeans and white shirt - he was smelling so freaking good one may think he was dipped into a basin of colon and taken out before all the scent could leave his body.
Diana was scared while Marcus leaned on the door with a huge smile even though he was aware of everything that happened - yet he chose to act like a fool and give the woman he loved a chance to explain herself.