Page 52 of My Super Sexy Spy
“Are you stupid? I have a gun. I will shoot you.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I gave him a look that suggested he was full of horse shit.
“You doubt me?” He seemed outraged by the idea.
“Yep,” I said, pretty confidently. “You need me to get to my father. You’re not going to kill me before that happens.”
“Dmitri doesn’t need anything.”
I looked around the headrest into the front seat and identified the driver as Marta. Of course they were working together. I knew that because if Marta’s only job in Venice was to kidnap me and bring me to my father, then there was no reason to seduce Liam and distract his attention.
“You knew where my father was all this time,” I said, throwing my arms up in the air. “Why do you need me?”
“Your father doesn’t trust me,” Marta spat. “Not really. All these months of wiping his ass and I’m no closer to finding his work. But his time is running out. We can’t wait any longer. Fortunately, we now have you.”
“Fortunately,” I muttered.
“It was never about using you to find your father. Only about using you to get your father to turn over the work,” Dmitri said, resting the gun on his thigh. “Now we’re all here together and it’s time to get on with it.”
“Yeah, well, he didn’t turn over anything to me except for a few Euros and a credit card.” I tossed the purse to Dmitri, who opened it and immediately started digging around inside. He found the cash, the single black Amex. Then he pulled out the padlock.
“What’s this?”
“I bought it at the Pont des Arts. I’m sure your girlfriend saw me do it.”
Marta grunted from the driver’s seat.
Dmitri rolled his eyes. “Stupid romantic gestures. Like yourboyfrienddid for you.”
That had me raising my eyebrows. “What do you mean? What do you know about Liam?”
Dmitri smiled smugly. “Liam? Is that his real name then? And he told you. Interesting. Yes, I know he lost his job over you. The respect of his comrades in the community. They see him as weak now. And this is certainly not a job for the weak. He should have tortured you for answers. At the very least used you as bait. Instead he was trying toprotectyou. Blah.”
Dmitri saidprotectlike it was a bad word, but I felt it all the way down to my toes. Liam found me after I ran away. He got me to the airport in Rome. He believed he’d put me on a plane back to the United States.
Now he’d lost his job because of it? Was I upset for him? It was hard to tell because I didn’t really know how much he liked being a spy. Surely torturing people wasn’t a fun thing to do.
I turned my face to the window and watched the scenery pass before me. I didn’t ask where we were going. It didn’t matter. I didn’t have my father’s work, so there was nothing they could get from me.
I only hoped they realized that before I lost my thumbnails. But I had a sense I simply needed to hang on. Liam had to know by now I hadn’t made it to the States. Now there might be video out there of a woman being kidnapped at the train station shouting his name.
He’d come for me. I had to believe that.
Eventually, Marta turned into a parking garage and the car became dark as well as silent. After a few turns, she pulled to a stop. I tried to open my car door but, of course, it was locked.
Dmitri made a disgusted sound. “I have a gun.”
“But we’ve already established you’re not going to shoot me,” I reminded him.
“I can shoot you in the foot.”
I watched as he aimed the gun towards my foot, and I squeaked. “Dude, that is not cool.”
“It is not meant to be cool or not cool,” he said, clearly frustrated with my lack of whimpering. “It is meant to incapacitate you and cause you pain.”
“Whatever. I think it’s rude.”
“We’re here,” Marta announced. She turned in her seat and directed her gaze on me. “You will cooperate, or he will hurt you. Do you understand?”
