"I need to talk to Samantha for a moment, please. I do not intend to hurt her or anyone. Please."Her friends left us and she looked worriedly at me, a...most like she was ready to cry."What do you want from me Eric?" Look Sam, I think there has already been enough hurt. Can't we just agree and inform everyone that we are not together and it was all a mistake? I know you probably were made to agree to this setup." Don't you want to be with me?"I looked at her. Samantha was a pretty girl, not. ‘W-where…?’ ‘That was your sister, right?’ Mia nodded, then grabbed for her shirt. ‘Well, your truck is at the base. I’m taking you home and I’ll help you with whatever is going on there.’ She jumped up, kissing him quickly before heading out of his bedroom. ‘Well, if you’re coming, let’s go!’ Mia jumped out of Aidan’s truck as soon as he pulled into the driveway of her house. She could see a familiar shitty green Ford Festiva sitting in her driveway and it pissed her off. The shouting and. Poison? Hmmm ... A definite possibility, but he probably would not allow me a quick death, would he? No. Khalid would have to find a way that would allow him to take his time. A slow acting poison, perhaps ... yes, he would draw out the torture, probably tie me down, slowly poisoning me, until the exquisite end."The old woman's eyes had taken on an almost dreamy look and Christine could not decide if the look resulted from a memory or her imagination. Erik chuckled and Christine gasped."What. “Pleased tomeet you.”Oh, so this bitch likes to play games! Good, I thought: Ilike a good challenge!I looked over at the old guy. He was just sitting therewith a sad, stupid look on his face. Rhonda noticed my quizzical look. “Oh, that’s Ralph,” sheanswered my unasked question. “He’s my husband.”“Husband?!” I repeated. As soon the word left my mouth, Irealized that my tone of surprise might hurt the oldguy’s feelings. But Rhonda.