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I heard Charlie shuffling in the background. There wasn't much distance between the door and the living room. She might have heard his name. My throat had dried up. I wanted to speak but nothing came out.

"Your husband did a brilliant job of hiding you. But I always knew it won't take long to find you because he didn't take your best friend. Woman simply can't live without babbling to their girlfriends", he said it like a joke.

"Do you want to kill me?", I asked him dumbly. If he had forgotten about killing then I might have foolishly reminded him of that. But I want to die with the knowledge that I was killed by a gangster that couldn't handle a woman.

"I would have killed you the moment you opened the door if that was what I want, but your husband went great lengths to protect your life. So it would be a waste to kill you", he said.

Was he really grown fond of me? I simply can't believe it. I know he has some ulterior move.

"Does your friend think she can kill me with a knife. I h