Ankit : “ Truth or Dare? “Me : “ Dare “The moment I said it. Rahul shouted, “ Get ready to bare”Rahul : “ we want you to flash your tits...“Ankit : “ Hahaha “Me : “ Hey ! That ain’t fair. I want Truth.”Rahul : “ No cheating, Saara. Now you can’t escape. You can’t break the rules like this.”Me : “ you guys are being crazy. I am not playing anymore.”Ankit : “ That isn’t fair. You said it yourself that you want to dare and you can’t escape it now.”Rahul : “ Come onnn Saara.. Don’t worry, it will be. "No problem," she said and carefully climbed into the nasty van while trying not to touch it."Listen up," Brock said. "We have intel on the subjects that place them inside a five-block radius. We're going to cruise through all quiet-like and see if Miss... Sam here can locate them for us." And then?" I asked, probably blowing my credibility as a bad-ass."And then we do what we get paid to do," Brock said with finality.For such a vague statement, he couldn't have been clearer, but he thought he. He reached over then and pulled the hood off her head and tossed it back into the car. She blinked in the light from the car roof and found herself staring at the man's smiling face. The same smile that had been flashed at her earlier that day in the grocery store. She had been bagging his groceries. When she finished she looked up and saw him looking at her. "Do you want me to carry this out to the car for you," she had asked.She didn't expect him to say yes. Most men didn't, especially when. He had a reputation also. His reputation was neither that of man or woman killer. His reputation was just killer. The crushed and defeated man currently at Susan Slattery’s mercy had played his one last card. Believing his destruction at the hands of the pitiless Ms. Slattery was nothing better than an assassination he’d called some acquaintances from his past. Sitting in the courtroom was the fruition of that phone call. True, he may have overstepped himself. He may have seduced one woman too.