The Final Rescue?

**ANTONY SANTOS**.

They halted on all shooting activities and since we were slightly closer to the wanna-bee door, I could hear the hurried footsteps as they struggled and scrambled around the house searching for a way in which does not involve harming Tracy.

"I have an idea that might, but I need you to trust me."

I placed both palms over each side of her face.

At those words, she shoved me again and the rejection stung.

"Trust? You're crazy. A psychopath even. I will never trust you again, I'll rather take my chances with the Russian mob than trust you with

anything, especially something as precious as my life."

She ground her teeth harshly, poking a finger in my chest.

She's angry. With every damn right.

I hurt her.

I broke her trust.She's feeling used and drained, she could take all her anger out on me. Just not at this moment.

I'll pick an angry Tracy just as long as she's a living angry Tracy.

I just need her to sur