&quot;I told you she isn't Elina. You were proving difficult, you made a fool of yourself at there.&quot; 
 &quot;But, she looks just like her, her voice. I can tell she's my Elina.&quot; 
 &quot;She used to be your Elina, not after you f**ck her best friend. You're bad man.&quot; he chuckled sipping from the glass. 
 &quot;Please don't make me feel worse, I still couldn't forget the look she gave me, betrayal, hatred, disgust. It's still hunts me every time I close my eyes. I saw her face. The tears in her eyes,&quot;
 &quot;Then you shouldn't have done it, when you know you're madly in love with her. You don't even like Barbra. You used her to satisfy your needs. Because you needed someone to f**k and she was there. And you two had to enjoy the moment. That's how you should

Elina stare absent-minded at the window her elbow was place on it. She watch the guards move around the house. With their guns. Hidden in their pants. 
 Ray. 
 She had seen him and he knew it was her. The look in his eyes when he saw her. The longing, the guilt. He was hurting. 
 But he wasn't hurt than she was. She was more hurt than he was, he certainly didn't know how she felt. 
 The bastard! 
 She sniffed. She said she wasn't gonna cry but the tears won't stop coming. 
 She should stop thinking about him. They have another life now. This life, Ray wasn't in it. It was just her. And the new people she had gone to see as her own family.<span class="Apple-converted-s

Elina followed the man in a suit who appeared to be a guard of Brennon. Taking her to where he was seated. The smoke of cigarettes, and other harmful drugs. Filled the air as she walked further into the bar. This place was discreet. There was a curtain at each corner. There was no stripper's insight. 
 But she was uncomfortable with the smoke, filling her nostrils. 
 &quot;He&quot;s in here, ma&quot;am.&quot; Elina nodded. And breathed in. This was it. 
 She steps in while sliding the curtain. He was alone, seated in the long chair. He held a pipe in his mouth and there was a gun on the table. He looked young for an old man like him. 
 How come he looks so young? Like a man in his early forties. 
 He sho

&quot;I told you she isn't Elina. You were proving difficult, you made a fool of yourself at there.&quot; 
 &quot;But, she looks just like her, her voice. I can tell she's my Elina.&quot; 
 &quot;She used to be your Elina, not after you f**ck her best friend. You're bad man.&quot; he chuckled sipping from the glass. 
 &quot;Please don't make me feel worse, I still couldn't forget the look she gave me, betrayal, hatred, disgust. It's still hunts me every time I close my eyes. I saw her face. The tears in her eyes,&quot;
 &quot;Then you shouldn't have done it, when you know you're madly in love with her. You don't even like Barbra. You used her to satisfy your needs. Because you needed someone to f**k and she was there. And you two had to enjoy the moment. That's how you should have explained things to her.&quot;
 &quot;You&quot;re crazy.&quot;<span class="Apple-converted

She found a secret