I den planted kiss on her forehead. I turned her face toward me and by taking her neck in my both hands i pulled her near me and planted a soft kiss o... lips. She said she is afraid if anyone will see us. I told her that we are in corner and in this dark no one can see. She become assured and then she herself kissed me on my lips. We den starting smooching. I was sucking her upper lip and she was sucking my lower lip. I then starting biting her lips and moved toward ear and started kissing her. Who was? Riley could figure it out. Was she alive? I heard the beeps on the machine speed up with my heart rate. She had to be alive. I promised her. She wouldn’t have to be afraid when she was with me. I promised.Angel. She was funneling money through her travel agency, but so were dozens of others, probably without even knowing what was happening. Angel just wanted to be with a rich, powerful man. So why did she bother with Davy Jones? Because he was strong?Brenda. She owned the condo. Did. I raise the gun again and aim at her head, crying. For a second, she stops biting. Then she splatters the walls. I stumble my way to the basement, stepping over her body numbly. There are more guns and bandages downstairs. I walk slowly down the stairs, dragging my injured hand along the wall, coating it in my blood. I enter my “office,” a room filled with weapons of all sorts- from shotguns to sniper rifles, swords the shuriken. I look along the wall, then stumble over to my ammunitions. She didn’t seem too interested in an answer, as she was already on her way upstairs.I made my way back to the sofa, resuming my horizontal position and closing my eyes.A few minutes later I heard the sound of Pamela coming back down the stairs. I kept my eyes closed until I heard her stop at the entrance to the living room and call my name.“Paul?”Her voice was small and hesitant, completely opposite of the rather happy tone she had when she had bounced into the house. I peeked one of my eyes.