Plexus

Chaos To Come EVE GLARED across the table at the animal she abhorred. “I’m all in,” Eve said factually. “All in for the plan and, more importantly, all in for us.” Eve faked another warm smile and wondered how many other women in the fanciful restaurant were doing the same that evening. Eve ventured that none of them were seated across from a murderer and were wagering with their own lives. Eve continued before Sam could open his dreadful mouth and verbalize his apparent relief. “And to show you I’m not just using talk, I’ve hired a private investigator to help us find the buyer and what they do with it.” She grabbed her glass and tactfully held it as a prop. “He’ll ultimately be expendable and maybe the buyer will too. And I want to do it this time. Can’t let you have all the fun.” Eve gestured towards him with her wine and a pointed finger. “The investigator will cover our tracks and take all the dirty guesswork out of our hands so we can enjoy one another more. It’s working smarter, not harder,” she emphasized and reached across the table with her free hand. Sam was elated. His energy levels and passion for her were visibly spiked. ‘Got you now, you bastard,’ Eve told herself. She felt like an actress as she professionally absorbed and reflected Sam’s elaborations of their love and future life throughout their dinner. Her mind transected away, however, and became vividly affixed to Vincent. Eve felt a magnetized sensation towards the debonair man, one that was far beyond anything she had ever felt. That feeling had become exponential in her current mayhem-filled situation. When Vincent could have bowed out or walled himself up, he embraced her against the insurmountable adversity that was Eve’s chaotic struggle. Chapter 1