DECEPTION. THE LOSER.

I am not sure if the dilemma is as certain as it seems right now, but I am delightedly thrilled about the situation this bitch is in. The state of anguish and turmoil amidst mistrust.

She turns to Damian.

"Babe, you must be confusing your target. She is your target, and you ought to put an end to her life. We need to leave with our daughter before that jerk Andy finds us." She says between gritted teeth that her face is starting to turn pale due to the pain of her gun wound and the confusing actions of her partner.

"How could you two have been so heartless and voracious to make Andy believe that Angel was his daughter, huh? Are you that rotten?" I query, my eyes not blinking nor my hands shaking, because no matter how fascinating this act of Damian is, I cannot put my guard down. I don't know what is running through his head.

"That was my project to get back into Andy's life and milk him of every single cent he has on his name. Unfortunately, the jerk turned out to be a smarter dic