Why are you so paranoid?
Don’t be so paranoid.
Don’t be so
Baby don’t worry bout it
Hey there don’t even think about it
You worry bout the wrong things
The wrong things

The horizon from Craig's eyes looked endless with
possibilities and opportunities. Two months had nearly
passed as things had seemingly gone quiet in the night.
Alexandra Pierce's operation had gone completely silent
three months prior and Alexander Lewis was doing an
effective job of losing Craig from his trail. Yet, Lewis
could only keep Craig away for so long before the best in
the business would come hunt him down.

Above him the stars twinkled in the background, full of
life and radiant, and the air around him seemed full of
potential and hope as a result of a brand new President in
the White House. For many this would be a picturesque scene
that would take away their breath, but not for Craig.
Instead, he stood there on the balcony of his hotel room
with a cigarette in his right hand and a million thoughts
in his other. The cigarette just hung there between two of
his fingers and was the only thing that kept Craig warm in
the harsh winter.

His red eyes wandered around as he used the sky as his own
personal whiteboard while he figured everything out in his
head. For weeks he had been searching for clues while
sending Samantha and Derek to the various corners of the
globe only for them to return empty handed. Alexandra was
planning something and whatever it was it frankly worried
Craig. Even the fact that the two were in SCCW together now
wasn't enough for the mysterious Spider to poke her head
out of the dark and damp corner that had become her own
personal nest. He knew he only had a little bit longer to
turn the heat up and if he didn't do it soon then it would
be all for naught.

If she started her plan on her timetable, there would be
nothing Craig could do to stop her.

As he turned around and looked inside of his hotel room,
Craig's eyes fixated upon the person sitting in the leather
chair closest to the oak door. A smile appeared on Craig's
face as he put the cigarette to his lips and took one long
draw from it before tossing it over the balcony. Cautiously
he stepped into the room and stuck his hands inside of his
pants pockets.

'You must be stressed,' the person remarked casually. Craig
at first just nodded his head before he leaned against the
wall.

'Why do you say that?' he retorted.

'You only smoke when you're stressed. Even then, it was a
rarity and an oddity in itself. So, what's got you so down?
' the person answered with a slow and steady tone. Craig
looked around the room before he cleared his throat.

'Life, if you really want to know. I feel like something
huge is about to go down and there's nothing I'm going to
be able to do to stop it. I'm one of the best around and I
know whatever it is, I'll be able to trip it up for a
while, but I don't know if I'm good enough to put a stop to
it,' he said with his tone very low and guarded as he
continued to rest against the wall. His eyes were rather
calm as he looked around the room.

The person in the chair shifted ever so subtly, but Craig
noticed it. They were nervous about being here in the same
room with him. 'You shouldn't worry so much. Anyways, you
asked for me to come? I should let you know that it took a
great deal of trust for me to come here, Craig,' the person
chided him. They then shifted their bodies once again.

Craig could only offer a soft laugh as he straightened his
back up against the wall. 'Really? Then tell me why there
are three armored guards in the lobby and I'm going to
assume one right outside of my door,' he told her
knowingly. The person sat there, frozen, for a few seconds
before they stood up and folded their arms over their
chest.

'Like I said Craig, it took a great deal of trust for me to
come here. They're the only reason why I agreed to this
meeting,' they responded with a heightened tone, not liking
where this conversation was going. Craig moved away from
his position and walked over to the bed where he pulled
back the covers and lifted up a brown package the size of a
Harry Potter novel. He held it in his hands for a second
before he tossed it across the room to which the person
nearly missed catching it.

'You never did trust me, though, I guess with good reason.
It's an ugly world that we live in, isn't it?' Craig
pondered out loud as the person looked over the package
with a careful eye.

'What the hell is this?' they yelled out which caused Craig
to look across the room rather suspiciously.

Slowly, Craig began to walk over towards the person, but
halfway there the person pulled out a gun and pointed it at
Craig. Craig stopped in his tracks and looked at the gun
for a long while before he opened his mouth. 'First off,
that package is everything you need to restart your life.
Second off, you really don't trust me, now do you?' Craig
said with a rather heavy tone as he didn’t the situation he
had found himself in.

'Why would I want that?' the person asked with the gun
still pointed at Craig.

'Because,' he began to say before he turned on the switch
that's mere inches away from him. The light bathed the
entire room and finally revealed the person sharing the
room with Craig at this moment. As he looked at her long,
beautiful brown hair and the soft brown eyes that
accompanied them, a smile appeared on Craig's face.
'Andrea, you wanted a chance to get away from your father
and this world? That will give you everything you could
possibly need to do so. So, now the offer is on the table.
Do you truly want what your mind says or is your heart
starting to pull you in a different direction?'

Tell me right now you really wanna spend your whole life
alone?
A little time out might do you good, might do us good fore
we be done for good.
Coz I can make it good I can make it hood I can make you
come I can make you go
I can make it high I can make it fly make you touch the sky
hey maybe so

'I fucking hate New York City. Just fucking hate
it.'

The comments were enough to cause a few people to turn
their heads and spit some colorful words Tyler's way. Yet,
the unhinged member of the group just shrugged it off and
threw up the finger a few times before he grabbed his balls
for them. Samantha, who was walking in front of him, who
wore a pair of heels that would make any girl cringe in
pain from just looking at them, looked over her shoulder at
the outspoken Tyler.

'No, don't even give me that look. I fucking hate it here.
It's just plain out disgusting. Completely disgusting. Like
throw up on my mother after I gagged on my own cock
disgusting. No one should have to live here. I hate it like
that fat fuck on Lost hates the thought of losing weight.
Just hate it,' Tyler continued to ramble on with seemingly
no end in sight. Derek, who walked next to Samantha, looked
back at Tyler with this awkward eye and before Tyler had
the chance to say something else that could easily get them
shot, Derek cut him off.

'Yeah, yeah, I know what you're going to say. What the fuck
are you looking at? Real clever and intelligent. Can we get
to the club already though?' Derek asked him rhetorically
to which Tyler began to mumble something under his breath.
Meanwhile, Samantha slowed down her pace to walk next to
Tyler.

'I don't get it. I thought you would've been the first
person on the 'I love New York' bandwagon,' she told him to
which she received a nasty glare from Tyler.

'And why would I love it Samantha, come on, tell me,' he
retorted rather loudly. Samantha looked around before her
eyes landed upon Tyler once again.

'All of the strip clubs. Prostitutes each and every way,
you know, it's your ki--,' she began to say before he cut
her off rather loudly and rudely.

He quickly moved in front of her and opened his arms as
wide as possible before he tossed his head back so the
whole world could hear him. 'All of the women here are
fucking sluts! Don't touch them for fear of getting HIV on
your cock so bad that it'll jump up and down yelling that
you have a small penis for the whole world to hear!' he
yelled as loud as humanly possible. Samantha took a long
look at Tyler before she moved around him and scurried back
to Derek who was just laughing at the whole thing.

'Yeah, I should've reminded you that this is where Tammy
dumped him,' he informed her as he hoped to be soft enough
that Tyler couldn't hear him. He was wrong.

'I hate that fucking CUNT! Don't ever mention her fucking
herpes-infested name ever AGAIN!' he continued to shout
into the cold sky. Samantha and Derek started to break down
into laughing fits as they turned the corner and came to
their destination, one of the most prestigious clubs in all
of Manhattan. Samantha took a long look at the line and
then her eyes darted over to Derek before she shook her
head.

'There's no way we can get in here, Derek. I mean, minus
the Spider Jerusalem knock off that we've been burdened
with, that line is ridiculously long,' she whispered to
him, but Derek simply held up his hand to calm her down.

He then dug into his pockets before he pulled out a card
that had some writing on it. 'Craig gave me this before we
left. Let's see if it truly has the clout that he thinks
it has,' he sarcastically said to Samantha before he walked
over to the bouncer. A few moments pass while the bouncer
looked over a few of the most luscious girls ever to grace
Manhattan, and without so much as a word waved them away
from the club and denied them entrance. The man then looked
over at Derek who handed him the card. Seconds passed as
Samantha watched Derek and she was certain that they were
going to be denied entry, but much to her surprise the
bouncer waved them in.

Tyler rushed past her and tipped his hat to the bouncer
before he entered the club. Samantha sauntered in as a few
of the girls started to yell at the bouncer while Derek
followed her in. 'I guess he's still got it,' he whispered
into her ear and Samantha could only nod her head in
agreement. As they entered the club, they're surprised at
how truly high-end the atmosphere is. Everywhere you
turned, you saw celebrities and billionaires as they
mingled with one another. In each of the corners, there
were waterfalls that appeared to be made out of some fancy
alcohol and not regular water.

'Welcome to the good life,' Samantha said to no one in
particular as she looked around the club. Derek tapped her
on the shoulder and as she looked over at him, he motioned
for her to come with him. Cautiously, the two moved towards
a corner of the club where they could talk in private.

'Are you clear on what we've got to do?' he asked her and
she slowly nodded her head.

'Find Randy Daniels and he'll lead us to Alexander Lewis or
the girl. That seems pretty easy Derek. Which, judging by
the look on your face, you don't seem to think is going to
be that easy. So how about you tell me what's on your mind?
' she asked him bluntly as her eyes continued to look
around at the festivities that took place around her.

Without any kind of warning Derek grabbed Samantha by the
arm and yanked her closer to him. She gave them this
bewildered look, but he quickly pushed it to the side.
'One, I've never heard of a Randy Daniels. We don't know
what he looks like and how do we know this isn't just some
big setup? I don't trust Craig and neither should you. He's
playing his own game and with Alexandra in the mix, he's
not going to spare any lives,' he told her pointedly.

'For good reason, Derek. If you don't remember, Alexandra
used one of us against him. He doesn't trust people anymore
and I wouldn't either if the very people I put all of my
trust in could be the one putting the bullet between my
eyes,' she responded just as angrily.

Derek took a moment to survey the crowd before he cleared
his throat. 'Fine, let's just do what we've got to do. I'll
see if I can find this Randy Daniels, and hopefully get out
of here sooner rather than later.' Samantha nodded her head
at him before she turned away from him. 'Hey, let's try and
stay out of trouble.' She didn’t answer him though as
Samantha left Derek by himself. As soon as he uttered those
words though, he saw Tyler as he jumped on top of the bar
with two shots in his hand.

'Who wants to blow me?!' he bellowed at the top of his
lungs before he emptied both shot glasses into his mouth at
once. This was not going to be a fun evening for Derek.

Anyway they don’t know you like I do
They’ll never know you
Anyway they don’t know you like I do
They’ll never know you

Alexander Lewis looked out across his desk as his eyes
examined each picture carefully. Thirteen dead in Moscow.
Another seven did in Tokyo. He had received reports that
another three were dead in Rio de Janeiro, but he had yet
been able to verify that. All of this mayhem and massacre
came at the hands of one person, a woman by the name of
Alexandra Pierce, and that very thought drew Alexander
completely insane. Months ago, it seemed like he was going
to be able to have that which he had wanted for so long.
Now though, now he was doing everything possible in his
power to hang on before it all crumbled around him.

'What's the latest information we have?' Alexander asked
without as much as his eyes diverting from the pictures.
Sitting around the table were four of Alexander's finest
men. When they didn’t respond to Alexander his eyes slowly
moved upwards until he looked each one of them in the eyes.
'I'm sorry, I must have stuttered. What the fuck do
we know about Alexandra's plans?!' His voice could easily
travel miles if any of the windows had been opened. No
longer was his issue with Craig. He could take care of
Craig rather easily if he wanted to, but Alexandra Pierce
kept popping her head up when and where he least wanted her
to. Alexander wanted her dead.

One of the men cleared their throats as they looked over
some intelligence reports before he looked over at
Alexander. 'Well, she's still a very public figure.
However, her operations remain a rather large mystery. The
people that work for her, they're rather tight-lipped and
loyal. It's unlike anything we've ever seen,' the man
responded tensely. Alexander rolled his eyes and then sat
back in his chair while he looked at the men.

'I find it rather impossible that we don't have a single
lick of intel on her or her plans. Where the hell did she
come from? What's her past? The only thing that we have on
her is the fact that she wants this girl for some reason,
but we've yet to figure out what's so special about her.
Or, have one of you guys done your jobs and found out
information on the girl?' Alexander asked them tersely.
Another one of the men flipped through a few pages in their
notebook before they landed on the page they were looking
for.

'Well, sir,' the man began to speak. 'It appears that the
reason behind the attacks is for this girl. Whoever -- or -
- whatever this girl is, she's of great importance to Ms.
Pierce. Maybe we could use it as a bargaining chip to get
her out of her way.'

Alexander rubbed his left hand over his eyes, exhausted and
annoyed over the past few months. He contemplated his
options slowly in his head and one option kept popping up.
However, Alexander kept pushing that one away until it
controlled every aspect of his thoughts. 'Is she still not
talking?' he asked them without even looking at them. For a
few moments there was no response and Alexander looked at
them again. The frustration started to build up in his
chest until he slammed his fists into the table as hard as
possible.

BAM!

'I said, is she still not talking?!' he roared at them,
tried of each one of their mere existence.

'No, sir, she's still not talking,' one of the men
responded. As he heard those words it left Alexander with
no choice, but to take this to the extreme.

He stood up and looked around the room with disgust etched
into his face. 'You need to do better because if you don't,
the hell that I have planned for you four is nothing
compared to what I have in mind for Craig and Alexandra.
Make the girl talk. Do whatever you have to,' he told them
as he started walking to the door. When his hand grabbed
the doorknob to his office Alexander looked back at the
table.

'My daughter is meeting with Craig. Make sure she's gets
out of there alive, alright?' he asked rhetorically and
sarcastically before he yanked the door open and walked out
of it, and left the four men to themselves.

All of the time you wanna complain about the nights
alone
So now you’re here with me show some gratitude leave the
attitude way back at home
Yeah you see em look baby let em look give you cold looks
cuz we look cold

Eliza was the rookie of the group. Her talents and skills
weren't quite up to par with the likes of Craig or
Samantha, but she thought she did alright for herself.
However, this wasn't what she loved to do. She thought the
group did good work, but if she had the option put right in
front of her face to do something else she was certain she
would take it without a moment of hesitation. Even going
out on a solo mission by herself was something that she
absolutely hated even if it did mean getting to spend a few
days baking in the blazing sun of Rio de Janeiro. As she
sat there on the beach, her sunglasses firmly placed over
her eyes, and a book in tow she had every reason to be
happy.

Except she wasn't.

Craig hadn't given her much information to go off of except
for the fact that she was supposed to befriend a rather
powerful man, but didn't give her any resources to which to
do it in. I guess Craig expected Eliza just to flash every
random guy until she found the man that she was supposed to
be looking for. The only loophole in that explanation was
the fact that her breasts weren't nearly as nice as
Samantha's. The only clue she had been given was his name;
Antonio Rodriguez. Without as much as a lead in hand she
decided to lie out on the beach until fate decided to slap
her in the face.

The waves of the Atlantic Ocean were soothing to her as she
laid back and soaked in the rays. Things had become tense
over the past few months and it was evident all over
Craig's face. Something was wrong with him, but she
couldn't quite put her finger on it. She didn't know him
like the rest of them did and maybe he had sent her out to
Brazil just to get her out of the way for that very reason.
Eliza had been tempted to give Craig a call, but somehow
had found the will to resist that urge. Deep down, in the
back of her mind and in the pit of her stomach, she felt
like that Craig had sent her to Rio de Janeiro for a rather
particular reason.

Maybe it was her being naive, but she refused to give up
that tiny sliver of hope.

As she looked out at the vast horizon, a man walked up to
her and smiled.

'Well, hello beautiful. You look like the kind of girl that
should be at every kind of party. You visiting or from her?
' he asks her in the most suave voice he had possible.
Eliza lowered her sunglasses slightly and looked up at the
man before she flashed him a smile.

In the heaviest Brazilian accent she could possibly muster,
'From here. You say such flattering words, but how do I
know you really mean it and don't want to get inside of my
pants.' The man just laughed at the top of his lungs before
he shook his head at Eliza.

'I'm a party promoter. Just handing out some postcards for
an exclusive event. Was told to make sure I bring the best
looking women for the party tonight and I think you'd fit
that bill. You know you could even be my date for the
evening if so interested,' he told her before he handed her
the card. Eliza gracefully and graciously took the card
before she read it over. She flipped it over and read the
remainder before she flashed her beautiful eyes back his
way.

'What's your name?' she asked him and he knew he had at
least got a chance with her.

'Romero,' he responded in this low tone, which caused her
to blush just a little bit.

Slowly, Eliza extended her hand out to Romero to which he
took it and kissed it ever so gingerly. 'My name is
Catalina, pleasure to meet you. If you do intend to take me
to the party tonight then you should be at the lobby of my
hotel at 10PM tonight. Do you understand?' she asked him
and he slowly nodded his head. Eliza wasted no time as she
got up to her feet and began to walk away from him with
postcard in tow.

As she got a few feet away from him he yelled out after
her. 'Which hotel are you staying at?' he bellowed. Eliza
stopped and looked over her shoulder.

'If you're really that interested then you're going to have
to find it on your own,' she said before she flashed a
smile his way. Eliza then continued on her way as she
looked at the postcard and cursed underneath her breath.
The bastard knew more than he was letting on as her eyes
landed upon the name at the bottom of the postcard.

Antonio Rodriguez.

Yeah you heard about all the word of mouth don’t worry
about what we can’t control
All the talk in the world lost in the world til you finally
let that thing go
You wanna check into the heartbreak hotel but sorry we’re
closed.

Samantha could play a room perfectly. Her charm and her
beautiful looks could get her anything she could possibly
want, and after that her mind could plan out a move three
steps in advance. Most though just looked at her and
figured that she was just a pretty girl that was down for
anything kinky. In all reality that couldn't be further
from the truth. With the music blaring all around her and
the pace of the club starting to pick up she knew she had
to work fast if she had hoped to get the information she so
desperately needed.

The importance of Randy Daniels had been lost upon her so
far, but apparently he was a person that Craig was fairly
familiar with. Even over the past couple of months, Craig
hadn't been able to truly confide in the group his plans or
suspicions one way or another. Yet, whenever she looked
into his eyes, Samantha could tell that something was
bothering him. If only she could put her finger on it. She
then sauntered over to the bar where the bartender
immediately tended to her. 'What can I help you out with?'
he asked with interest other than filling her drink.

Samantha looked around the bar and noticed that something
was missing. 'Let me get a Martini, and before you even ask
me what kind, how about you just surprise me? Thanks hon,'
she said, being rather short with the bartender as her eyes
wandered around the club trying to desperately figure out
what was out of place. As she looked around and recalled
the moments from earlier in the evening it hits her square
in the face.

'Okay, so the guy who was standing on top of the bar
earlier tonight asking if anyone wanted to suck on his
insanely small and non-existent penis. Where did he go?'
Samantha asked the bartender who simply shrugged his
shoulders while he handed her the blue martini.

'Hell if I know, lady,' he responded to her in the same
tone and attitude that she showed him. Her eyes narrowed as
she looked at him and wanted to simply punch him in the
face.

'Come on, he's not exactly safe. What happened after he got
off the bar?' she asked him as she decided to try out the
nice route on him. He sighed rather loudly which just
grated on Samantha's nerves even more, but she swallowed
her pride for just a moment to let him talk.

As he took another order she could see that he was trying
to replay the scene in his head to ensure he got everything
right. He licked his lips before looking at Samantha and
took a long look up and down her body. She rolled her eyes
in the back of her mind, but it was something she was used
having lived with it for her entire life. 'Oh yeah, he
started rambling about some Randy Daniels dude. A couple of
guys in suits walked up to him and started to have a
conversation with him, but I haven't seen him since.'

'Shit,' she said as she quickly moved away from the counter
and started to swear underneath her breath. She knew she
should've knocked Tyler on his ass the moment he started
drinking because, frankly, Tyler was a horrible drunk. As
she looked around the club though, she didn't have any luck
finding Tyler or Derek for that matter. She started to
think the worse as she crossed the threshold and walked
into another room. As she looked around she didn't realize
that this club had a strip club in it as well.

Someone then bumped into her and sent her stumbling towards
the wall. As she looked up to berate whoever had done that,
an arm snaked itself around her waist and pulled her down
until she was sitting in someone's lap. 'Come on sugar, let
me see some more of your clothes come off,' the man said
rather disgustingly. Samantha tore herself away from the
stranger's lap in a hurry and started to turn towards the
man with the intent of killing him right then and there.

'Look, it's not my clothes that have been coming off
your sick fu--,' she began before she found herself mere
inches from slapping Tyler in the face. 'Tyler!' she yelled
at him to which he had this rather surprised look on his
face.

'Shit, sorry Sam. I thought you were this other girl that
was taking her clothes off for me. You know I'd never
disrespect you like that,' he told her as he fell over his
words and nearly cracked up laughing at the absurdity of
the comment. Samantha just shook her head at him and rolled
her eyes.

'What the hell are you doing receiving your own personal
lap dances in here? We've got things to take care of --and
where the hell is Derek?' she found herself asking sort of
out of nowhere as she realized Derek wasn't connected to
Tyler's hip. Tyler just offered up a shrug as Samantha
walked away from him briefly and looked around hoping to
catch a glimpse of Derek somewhere. She didn't find him
however, but her ass did manage to catch a hand slapping
it. The sheer move aggravated Samantha more than anything
as she quickly spun around and stared down the man.

'Who the fuck do you think you are? Does my ass have
a sign on it that says slap it you like midget cocksucker?'
Samantha berated the guy who immediately started to laugh.

'Turn around and I'll let you know,' he said slyly, which
elicited a much angrier response from Samantha as she
slapped the guy right across the face. The guy recoiled
from the shot before he leapt out of his chair and got
right in Samantha's face. 'Why you little bitch!' he yelled
at her before cocking his arm back. Before he could hit her
though, Tyler had grabbed his arm and spun him around. The
two locked eyes and it was certain that they were going to
throw down in a matter of seconds.

'What the hell is going on over here, Tyler?' a voice
roared in and before Tyler knew it he was being dragged
away by Derek who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
Tyler's eyes raged with anger though while he looked at
Derek who was trying his best to calm him down. 'Stay with
me here, we've got some work to do.'

'Well, with you two along with the slut over here,' the man
began to talk behind them. Derek quickly turned his head
and looked at the guy wondering what the hell he was going
on about. 'I wouldn't want to touch her for fear of getting
the rejects of the world.' Derek just laughed in the guy's
face before he turned back and look at Tyler.

'I'm sorry, now I understand,' Derek informed him before he
turned and punched the guy square in the face. People
quickly scattered as Derek nailed the guy with another
punch square in the face that busted the guy's nose open
pretty nicely. Before Derek could get a third shot in
though, security guards and bouncers dragged him away
before kicking him out of the property. Before Samantha and
Tyler even knew what was going on they were being kicked
out of the club as well.

Samantha glared at a few people as she embraced the cold
weather and kicked the side of the building with her heels.
'Well, that was just great. Can't wait to hear what Craig
has to say about this. Not like he trusted us anyway, I'm
certain this isn't going to improve his mood,' she told
Derek and Tyler who simply nodded their heads.

'So, any luck finding Randy, Derek?' Tyler asked Derek who
just shook his head. 'Damn.'

'So, explain to me why...,'

The voice trailed off as the trio looked over their
shoulders to find three guns pointed at their faces. The
man in the center of the group appeared to be doing the
talking. 'You guys have been mentioning my name every
chance that you get.'

Anyway they don’t know you like I do
They’ll never know you
Anyway they don’t know you like I do
They’ll never know you

'What makes you think you know me as well as you think
you do, Craig?'

Craig's lips curled up at the question before he leaned
against the wall once again. His red eyes took a long, hard
look at Andrea as memories started to flood to his mind of
the times the two had spent together. In the back of
Craig's mind he wouldn't mind having one more night with
her. His arms folded across his chest as he looked down
upon Andrea as she pulled her luscious brown hair behind
her shoulders and put it into a ponytail.

'I think the number of times your hurled insults at me
while yelling at me how you wanted out of this hectic world
you were born into would be a suffice answer right here,'
he told her with a smile in his tone. She rolled her eyes
at him, but he simply shook his head at her. 'Something
tells me that's not going to be good enough though, Andrea.
So why don't you tell me what you really want? Because I
seem to recall you blaming me for everything that had gone
wrong in your life as you assaulted me with a steel pipe
against my ribs.' A painful memory indeed.

Andrea moved out of her chair while holding the package in
her hands and tapped Craig softly against his cheek.
'Someone still bent out of shape about it? Did mommy hurt
you?' she said playfully before she tossed the package onto
the bed and then began to shed her coat and tossed it over
there as well. 'Let's stop playing games, Craig. You know I
couldn't leave this world behind no matter how hard I
tried.' Craig listened to the words carefully and played
them over and over again in his mind as his kinder side
started to show.

'Why not, Andrea? Just...,' Craig began to say before
cutting himself short. Andrea took a long look at Craig
before she ran her hand against his cheek. 'I'm trying to
save you now, Andrea. Please, let me.' A smile appeared on
Andrea's face as she valiantly tried to fight back the
tears that were welling up in her ducts. Craig's left hand
moved up and wiped away the solitary tear that managed to
break free.

'What're you trying to save me from, Craig?' Andrea asked
him and Craig simply shook his head. 'No, if you're going
to ask me to come here without my father knowing then I
have a right to know. What the hell is going on, Craig? My
father is like a raving lunatic now over Alexandra and you.
I've never seen him so worked up.'

Craig took a deep breath in as he closed his eyes and
slammed the back of his head into the wall. Andrea grabbed
him by the hand before she rubbed the back of his skull and
forced him to look her in the eyes. As they looked at each
other it was evident that there was still an immense amount
of passion there between them. 'I wish I knew, Andrea. I
just keep getting the sickening feeling in the pit of my
stomach that Alexandra is taking the stakes to a new level,
a level that will ruin everything that I've worked so hard
for. I'm trying my best to stop here and thwart her next
move, but she's faster now than ever before. I don't think
I'm good enough for this one,' he told her sincerely. She
looked at him and nodded her head.

'I wish I could just up and leave, Craig, but you know my
father would find me. If I left him this time, he would
probably even kill me. I wish I had left all of those years
ago, but I was scared,' she confided in him and she could
see the anger as it quickly built inside of his chest. 'And
I was in love.' Craig hated the feeling that had started to
eat away at him inside his chest and it made him
desperately want to punch something.

His right hand clenched her hand even tighter. 'I'm so
sorry,' Craig whispered to her and she just shook her head.

'Sorry for what, Craig? I've got a great life and you
showed me so much about this world that I would've never
known. Without you, my life would've been empty and
lifeless,' she confessed and he could only nod his head.
'But, I can't leave my father behind. I would have nothing.
I'm sorry.' He knew she was going to say that and he just
shook his head, and hoped to find another way out of this
situation.

'Then help me end it. Can you get me the girl?' he pleaded
with her. By the look in her eyes, he knew what Andrea was
going to say before she even said it.

She took a deep breath in and sighed as loud as possible.
'My father is hell-bent on finding out what Alexandra has
planned and why this girl is so important. He wouldn't
trade it for anything in the world,' she told him and he
nodded his head.

'Well, then,' he began to say, but she shook her head and
stopped him before he could continue.

Without so much as a warning, she inched closer to him, and
kissed him on the lips. A fire ignited inside of Craig as
he wrapped his arms around her body and brought her closer
to him. 'There's no reason,' she began to say between
stolen breaths. 'We can't have one last night together.'
Craig couldn't agree with her more as the two continued to
share passionate kisses with one another. Andrea's hands
worked their way down his back until they reached the
bottom of his shirt. Slowly she pulled it up until it was
over Craig's head and she tossed it against the wall.

As they moved towards the bed, Andrea started to unbutton
her shirt to the point where her silk white bra was seen.
Craig pushed her onto the bed and got on top of her before
he started to kiss her neck. As the pleasure intensified
for Andrea, she whispered in his ear, 'I love you.' Craig
pulled up and looked at Andrea in the eyes before he
wrapped his hand around her throat. In one swift movement,
Craig reached behind his back and pulled out a gun that he
immediately pointed at Andrea. Her eyes grew wide as Craig
turned cold.

'Time to go pay Daddy a visit, Andrea. Let's see if he
values you or the girl more.'

Baby don’t worry about it
Baby don’t even think about it
You worry bout the wrong things
The wrong things
You worry bout the wrong things
The wrong things