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I don't know what to do with that woman? for an eighteen year old she sure is feisty but I don't blame her for her defiance. When she had decided to leave me, I didn't wanted to stop her because I owed her that much already. She deserved better than she was getting from me anyway. I had taken the risk of risk of involving her in my hazardous life and all because of that bastard Shekely. If I had known any better, I would've never used her in the first place but at that time, it was completely unpredictable and I had to set all of my pawns in place. But what had worried me most was the part where I didn't know what I was up against-- I could easily maneuver out Shekely but at that time I didn't know that the killer was also set out for my life-- at least that car bombing had proved one thi