Page 51 of My Super Sexy Spy
One thing I was certain of, I wasn’t safe. Not as safe as Gino thought. If Liam taught me anything, he’d taught me that. I wouldn’t be safe as long as I was a target, and I was a target as long as people believed I knew where Gino was.
And I definitely knew where Gino was now.
Security measures were required. I grasped the lock in my hand and thought about my plan as I wandered off.
* * *
Marta was now definitely a little tighter on my trail. The few times I’d looked behind me, I’d seen her in the near distance.
I’d wandered around the streets purposely this time, as opposed to aimlessly.
Not as a tourist, but hopefully like someone who was trying to walk off the funk of the past. The present. Pretty much everything that was happening to me in my life.
A few trips on the metro. A few missed stops.
Then I was at Gare du Nord. The largest train station in Paris and a hub to any number of cities throughout Europe. Not to mention there was a train that would take me to the airport.
An idea occurred to me and I moved through the station, taking a detour into the women’s restroom. When I came out, I moved past the storage lockers stopping at one locker in particular and checking around to see if Marta was in sight.
I didn’t see her but that didn’t mean she wasn’t there. As my father’s nurse, she was remarkably adept at surveillance. Given I knew what that creepy feeling on the back of my neck meant, I wasn’t fooled I’d completely lost her.
Would she think I was looking to leave the city? The country?
Would she stop me?
Curious, I made my way toward the ticket counter, lingering in line, gradually moving up toward the kiosk as each person in front of me purchased a ticket and moved out of line.
I was three people from the kiosk when I felt the subtle pressure of something hard and round pressing into my lower back.
“Is that a gun or are you just excited to see me?” I quipped.
I heard the soft chuckle behind me and instantly recognized the tenor of his voice.
“You’ll step out of line now, yes?”
I glanced over my shoulder and was struck again by how handsome Ivan aka Dmitri was. Liam was right, though, he was probably shit in bed. I didn’t argue with him but just moved in the direction he guided me with a motion of his chin toward the exit.
He’d seamlessly hid his gun so it was doubtful any security would be alerted to his presence. If I made a fuss, I had the feeling he’d take the expedient option of disabling me before removing me from the station.
How easy had it been back in Florence to abduct me from the restaurant? With a hand on my shoulder, he moved me through the crowds funneling into the station until we were headed in the opposite direction.
Outside at the curb there was a black sedan parked and running. Dmitri opened the back door, and with a tilt of his head and a smile that suggested he was harmless, even though I knew he wasn’t, he was telling me to get in the car willingly.
Running wasn’t an option and he knew it. He’d be on me too fast.
But screaming…screaming might attract some attention.
“Help! Help! Liam! Someone tell Liam! Douchebag is kidnapping me again!”
I could see Dmitri tense, then his face turned from that smile into something more sinister. He came around behind me and started shoving me into the backseat of the car.
“Help!” I shouted louder. “This douchebag is kidnapping me!”
I could feel the crowd around us shift with unease. At least I’d gotten the attention of some people. If Gare Du Nord was anything like 30thStreet station in Philadelphia, there would at least be security cameras around to capture the event.
Although I wasn’t exactly sure who would care.
With a final shove he pushed me into the backseat of the car, climbing in immediately behind me to cut off any attempt at escape.
