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hold on her so abruptly that she nearly fell.  “Elizabeth, my partner is Juan Duarte. He is from Colombia. That is your husband?”
     
    “Oh my god! No. No, you’re wrong. That can’t be.”
     
    “But I’m not. That is why you were mentioned as being ‘lethal’ to our work. I told Juan he would have to deal with you. He never showed me a picture of you and I didn’t find out about you elsewhere. I did not want to be sticking my nose anywhere that would bring CIA interest.”
     
    “That fucking lying piece of shit!” exclaimed Elizabeth in anger at the betrayal.
     
    So many thoughts were running through Dmitry’s mind “What am I going to do now? I love this woman even though she completely lied to me. There is something about her. But more importantly, what is she going to do now? What about Juan? Well, she got us into this mess and if she really still loves me as she says she does, she is going to come up with a plan to get me out of CIA investigation eyes and to get away from or get rid of her husband.”
     
    Dmitry abruptly stood up, walked over to Elizabeth who was still looking out the window and crying, grabbed her, kissed her and said: “Listen, you are a fucking bitch for lying to me like that and for your ill intentions towards me. If you were the same as any other bitch that gets in bed with me, I would have you killed or kill you myself. But understand one thing very fucking clearly Elizabeth: I love you regardless. I still want to live the rest of my life with you by my side. You even had me in the frame of mind of stopping all my current illicit activities, just taking my businesses and money and moving on in life and getting my guys to do the same. I will still do that and have you as my wife and you will bear my children if you choose. Your choices right now are either stay with me, which means you are going to have to find a way to get me out of your investigation and get Juan taken care of. Or, your other option is you can return to your ’normal’ life but you will take this as a failed operation as I will literally get on a plane and get the fuck out of here within one hour and you nor I will ever hear of each other again. Are your choices clear?” Elizabeth paused staring at Dmitry’s eyes but also her whole future before her. “Elizabeth, you don’t have a long time to decide. I really will leave within an hour and you really will never hear of me again, make your choice. NOW!” Dmitry said shaking her as he said it.
     
    “Okay. I’ve made my choice. I am with you and will do whatever I have to do to stay with you,” replied Elizabeth.
     
    “Good, then, what are you going to do?” said Dmitry, realizing that it was already past six in the morning.

 
    CHAPTER NINETEEN
     
     
    Back in Langley, Mr. Madison was burning the midnight oil, reviewing the operation documents, all the moves that had been made so far by Duarte and her crew. “There is something else that could be being done here. Something isn’t going as planned. Duarte is usually more efficient than she is right now. I’ve got to get a second opinion,” thought Mr. Madison as he reached for his phone.
     
    SJ was sound asleep in his room when his phone rang “Yep, its SJ,” he replied seemingly still half asleep.
     
    “Yes, SJ, it’s Mr. Madison. I need to talk with you. Something isn’t going right and we need to find out what it is.”
     
    “Huh? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Elizabeth is doing her thing, she’s gotten close to the guy and is getting him to get her where we need her. That is exactly what we want and what we need. Unless you have some other idea of how we are supposed to get the deal on what these guys are doing,” replied SJ with a bit of attitude.
                 
    “Look, SJ, whatever happened to the old style of once you’ve got an in, jump on the criminal and take ‘em in?” replied Mr. Madison.
     
    “Mr. Madison, with all due respect, Duarte