Chapter 13: Pastries
As Marcus kept on following Jacob's car with his bad intentions and clearly not thinking about the consequences, Martin was there to pull him through and save him from himself. Just when Jacob packed his car outside of a pastry restaurant to grab some breakfast, Martin knew that Marcus would be nearby following Jacob and he was right - three minutes later a BMW x7 packed right infront of the restaurant and Marcus got out of the car with his black shades, but he could never disguise himself from Martin.
"Shit! What is he up to now?" Martin cursed then drove close to the BMW and got out of the car.
Marcus was following Jacob, and Martin was following Marcus, although none of them knew that they were being followed. The restaurant was huge and had two floors, the upper one and the ground floor. The ground floor was the one fully occupied with all varieties of tasty breakfast snacks ranging from frosted cakes, waffles, toasts, sausages and lots of other stuffs and some lasagna. The restaurant was full of people who were having breakfast.
Jacob passed them all and went straight to the cashier standing behind the table with all the goods inside a transparent glass. Jacob took a moment to just look at what was available inside the glass then he looked at the cashier, who was a young man in his early twenties.
"Hey" said Jacob then he took out his credit card.
"Hello, how can I help ya?"
"I... Can I have two waffles with some banana and syrup, I shall take red maple syrup"
"In a minute"
"Thank you"
Jacob exhaled, then he looked back and came face to face with Marcus but he didn't know him, and the black shades made Marcus even more unrecognizable, plus the restaurant was so local that no one would ever think a billionaire will be inside that place. However Marcus looked casual, like a normal New Yorker looking to break his fast possibly he was practicing an Intermittent Fasting - like many other millions of people who took a liking to such lifestyle.
"Skipping leg days?" Jacob asked Marcus, then he chuckled softly.
"Beg your pardon?" asked Martin looking up at Jacob.
"Your legs, they are too skinny. You should skip leg days"
Marcus smiled even though he wasn't in the mood to "Are you a trainer?" he asked.
"No. I flight burgers at McDonald's, but my friend has a gym and I have never missed a session"
"I see, I can tell by your... physique" said Marcus, it took all that he had inside him to say that.
The guy Jacob ordered waffles from, came back with packed bags and Jacob grabbed them, handed out the card then after it was swiped he turned to look at Marcus again, as if he wanted to say some words before leaving.
"Be sure to drop by the 5th avenue, just close to 740 Park Avenue. We have a gym session every morning and night, my friend will have your legs tonned up in no time"
Marcus didn't know what to say, so he just nodded and smiled, then Jacob walked away.
The moment Jacob walked away, Martin almost stumbled upon someone along the way because he was in a hurry to grab Marcus.
"Martin?" Marcus was stunned. "You followed me here?"
"Sir"
"How?"
"What?"
"How did you find me?"
"Your car... I saw it out the 740 Park Avenue apartments, knew exactly that would be you. What is this sir? Why didn't you tell me that you are leaving the house?"
Marcus hissed, took his time before facing up Martin. "I pay you Martin, not otherwise. I am free to leave my house in any way I see fit. Whether at night, day or any other fucking time I feel like doing so. I don't have to tell you where I'm going, or when will I be back, you are a bodyguard Martin not my father. I am a fucking grown up for Godsake!" Marcus shouted in the finish line and everyone looked at them. When he realized he'd created a scene quickly barged outside of the restaurant and went straight to his packed BMW and drove away - Martin followed him. This time both of them drove back to the house and they didn't speak to each other the whole day - unless when it was time for Marcus's pills, but other than that, it was a silence treatment.
One thing Marcus noticed about that particular Sunday was that Diana didn't answer to not even one of his messages. He had sent some "Hey beautiful, good morning" text and a "Have a good Sunday" but there no reply. Diana was so occupied with Jacob she didn't reply to neither of her co-workers calls nor her friends. Even Vanessa was struggling with some work issue but she didn't get any response hence she decided to lay down low and wait till tomorrow.
The hours always go slow when you are sad, somehow it always feels like time stops for a while. Perhaps the universe is aware that you are currently hurting and hence they want you to keep feeling every ounce of pain. Marcus couldn't stop himself from the overwhelming feelings he had for Diana.
Martin felt sad for him, Marcus was like his little brother and seeing him like that, Martin knew this situation wouldn't help Marcus's already unstable mental condition at all. Yet there was nothing he could do apart from looking. Marcus was sitting outside of the house with a book on his hands, and a bonfire in front of him trying to keep him warm enough just so he doesn't freeze. He seemed calm, but only Martin knew how clustered his head was.
Martin walked slowly to where Marcus was sitting and stood beside him. He looked at his watch and it was 1:30 am and by that time Marcus was always on his bed sleeping, but not tonight.
"What is it Martin?"
"Sir, just curious if you need anything..."
"Did I signal you that I needed something?"
"No sir"
"Then why are you standing beside me Martin? I need all the light I can get inorder to read my book"
"Sir, it's one am in the morning. You have a board meeting tomorrow at eight, you should rest"
"Cancel all my meetings for tomorrow morning" said Marcus fliping the next page of the book.
"Sir these meetings are important" Martin tried to make a point, but then he exhaled and said "I shall cancel them all sir"
"Thank you Martin, now can I read my book in peace?"
"What is it about this woman? This Diana... I have never seen you like this before?
Marcus realized there was no getting rid of Martin, especially when he has that urge to know something - they have been friends for long time so he understood him. He closed the book and looked upon Martin, "Sit" he ordered and Martin took a sit beside him.
"I think I'm falling in love with her, I... I don't know why, or how is it happening to me so fast but I can assure you Martin, she's not like other girls"
"But sir, she's married. She clearly loves her husband, this isn't good for your mental health. Perhaps I should rearrange a session with Dr Edmond"
"Martin! Come on man, no more therapies, we talked about this" suddenly Marcus hoped to his feet and walked inside. "No more therapies, no more therapies" he said and Martin followed him inside. "Do you know what I need Martin? I want him dead! I'm gonna fucking kill him and have Diana all to myself. That's gonna be more than therapy to me" he screamed and raced to his room.
Martin tried to keep up but he was too late when Marcus closed the door. "Sir, open the door, let's talk about this"
"No more talking Martin! I'm done talking, it's time for some action" said Marcus while he was holding a gun - a loaded gun which he pointed it straight to the television and pulled the trigger.
A heavy blow could be heard all over the house and Martin was shocked how did Marcus came to posses a gun. Now he wasn't begging Marcus anymore to open the door, but he banged it hard with an intention of breaking it and stoping Marcus. Other three bodyguards who were still inside the house came racing upstairs where they heard a gun shot.
"Is it all good? Is there a shooter inside?" asked Carlton, who was a former navy veteran and he was in the same unit as Martin.
"No shooter C, just Marcus only"
"Damn, how did he get a gun?"
"I don't know, we need to get that before he hurt someone, or worse blow his brains out" said Martin and he went on to keep banging on the door.
"Martin it's fucking working! I'm gonna kill that motherfucker..."
"Kill a motherfucker?" asked Carlton, he was late to know what was going on.
"Just keep pushing and stop asking questions" Martin instructed Carlton, and the other two to keep pushing the door.