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in surprise and smiled and told him yes.  But her eyes screamed out no.
    After every guest had went home and it was just the two of them there.  She grabbed him by the collar and made love to him right there in the kitchen.
    Brian had sex in every known place to man, but her loving making was borderline carnal. They had been intimate before on several occasions, but this time she acted like a woman with savage need.  And he loved every bit of it.
    Looking back on it, he would have taken mediocre sex to keep her.  That was the last time the two of them slept together.  The next morning he woke up and she was gone.  On the kitchen table was a note and the ring laying in the center of it, saying that she needed some time and the relationship was going too fast and that she was sorry.
    Pain wasn't a word that held meaning.  He prayed that she would feel pain like this.  Brian shook his head and looked at the ceiling.  "Not like this, God," he whispered.
    "You should pray."
    Brain was on his feet. There, with one foot in his bedroom, stood a man.  Average height and build.  Brian felt pure rage crawl up his spine.  He lunged at him.  The man smirked and let the linebacker run him over.
    "What the hell are you doing in my house?!"  He screamed.  Looking down at the man, Brian had a tight grip on his throat.  "Answer me!"
    The intruder wiggled his neck under his grip to speak.  "Killing you."
    Brian heard the snap.  He didn't know where it had come from but he was sure he heard it.  Taking a look down at the intruder, he smiled up at him.  Then the splash of wet heat was on him, surrounding him.  Rolling off the intruder, back on his knees, there was a hole in the center of his chest.  "What?"
    He looked back at the man in his house who had gathered himself in a sitting position on the floor. The man was holding a handle that looked familiar.
    It was getting harder to breath.  Touching his chest he felt the end of something metal.  Brian scrambled to pull it out.  His hands were too slick with his own blood to retrieve the end of the knife.
    He began to sweat trying to pull the knife out.  "It's too deep and plus you've started to panic.  You'll die before you get your hands on it," the intruder said.
    For a moment, Brian wanted to forget the knife and kill him with his bare hands, but his own survival was crucial.  The intruder stood over him. "Now let me tell you all the things that I've done today."  Brian barely listened as he struggled to get a grip.  "You know that you are running out of time, so I will make it quick.  I'll tell you about your girlfriend. I'm sorry--I mean your ex-girlfriend.”  The intruder picking up the engagement ring off the bed and rolled it around in his hand.  “She and I had a lot of fun last night. I wish you could have been there.  But I'm sure that the two of you will meet up again somewhere in the great beyond."
    The intruder went into great detail of what he would call his 'adventures' of the last several hours.  Then he told Brian about how everything would conclude and by the time he got to the end of his story.  Brian had been dead for over an hour.
                               
    "So Drew--"
    "Don't say another damn word.  You've already fucked up enough for the day.  Just do what Vic says."  Drew’s upper body inside the refrigerator. 
    Melissa covered her face and leaned back into the chair.  "I'm sorry, okay!" she yelled.
    Popping Vic’s leftovers into the microwave, Drew gave her a stern look.  The team had only been together for less than four years.  He disagreed with Victor in having a woman on the team.  "They're too emotionally involved."  He had told him.  "Women are smart no doubt, but do we really need someone with a heart?"
    After departing the secret service for reasons that weren't his own, following his friend to develop this team of mercenaries wasn't something that Drew would be shy about.  "As long