Steal My Life

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Chapter Eight

A few months later…

George relaxed in his desk chair, stretching his cramped arms out and placed behind his head, interlacing his fingers. He was smirking as he glanced at the completed simulation of his latest assignment. He was supposed to make a presentation and lead the run-through later in the day. Until then, he had plenty of time to kill.

His trusty knife was attached to his belt where he could easily access it. Since returning from his honeymoon with Sofia, he had spent extra time learning how to use the blade. He had a feeling that sooner or later he would be required to use it in the field to test his loyalty.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number of his home phone. Sofia did not work and usually spent the day hanging around the apartment watching soap operas and reading women's magazines.

The phone rang and rang until the machine kicked in. Puzzled, George hung up.

Where could she be? She didn't say anything about any plans today. Is she hurt? Did someone break in?

Miami's crime rate was on the rise and he knew that his company was partially responsible for it. Something was not right with Sofia and it bothered him.

What could it be?


Sofia rolled away from her lover, panting. She had met Andrew Karr around the same time she had been planning on seeking out George. Andrew was an average man with above average looks. He was also sensitive and caring, a welcome relief to George's intense mood swings.

She glanced over at the phone on the bedside table. It had rung earlier, but she had been too busy to answer it. The caller id listed a missed call from George King.

Shit…

"Andrew? You've got to go."

"Why love?" His sleepy voice came from behind her.

"The phone call—it was from my husband. You've got to get out of here before he comes home!"

"Shit, you're kidding me. He's coming here?"

"Probably. He's paranoid about my safety. You've got to leave now. He's got a temper—"

He'll kill me if he finds Andrew.

"Sofia, baby, why don't you just leave him?" Andrew had wrapped his arms around her. "I've seen the bruises. You've been documenting them, right?"

"Yes, of course," she mumbled.

"Then why don't you take it somewhere? The police or a lawyer. You could divorce him."

"Or I could kill him," she said with a bright smile, turning around to face him. "I could kill him and take all of his money. He's so trusting that I'm sure it all goes to me."

"How much money are we talking here?" Andrew was suddenly interested.

"More than enough to set us up for life."

"How would you kill him?"

"Slow-acting poison so he'll be weak and I can smother him in my sleep "accidentally"." A cold, cruel smile crossed her face.

"Oh, ice-cold, baby," he smirked, kissing her neck.

Sofia moaned. "You know it."

"Well, I'll leave the details to you."

"Mmm, you'd better."


"Sofia?" George's was worried as he unlocked the apartment door. "Sweetheart?"

"In here," her sleep-filled voice reached his ears from the direction of the bedroom.

"What happened to you? I called earlier and you didn't answer the phone. Are you hurt?" He cautiously made his way down the hallway, knife in hand, stepping lightly on the floorboards.

"I fell asleep. Is something wrong?" A shadow appeared in the hallway and George quickly sheathed the blade. "George?"

"I was worried, that's all." He turned away from her, heading back to the door. "I've got to get back."

"Why did you make the trip out here?"

"I was concerned. That's all."

"George, is there something going on that you aren't telling me? You never do anything without a reason." Sofia followed him, her arms wrapping around his waist and her head leaning on his shoulder. "Tell me what's bothering you."

"Miami is dangerous. I hate the idea of you being alone all day and the target of a killer."

"Someone's trying to kill me?" She released him and he spun around. "George, how—"

"I don't know that, but part of my job is to analyze crime patterns. It worries me to think that you might be a potential target. You're a beautiful young woman who is at home all day. All someone has to do is watch you for a few days and they would know that I'm not there to protect you."

"Why would someone want to kill me?"

"Sophia, people kill for all kinds of reasons. I didn't mean to worry you."

"George, please don't go."

"I have to."

He picked up his discarded laptop bag and cast glance at his wife conveying the message 'I'm sorry' and left the apartment.

Cold, George, that was very cold. First, scare the crap out of her and then walk out. Smooth, very smooth, you heartless bastard… he berated himself on his way to his car.

Author's Notes:

Well, finally the site it working enough for me to update.

Anyways, Lisa will be making another appearance later on in the story and I should have the next chapter up tomorrow baring anymore disasters or computer problems. Enjoy, and major thanks to emptyvoices for her help and also to everyone who read/reviewed!