Page 54 of My Super Sexy Spy
“You are tied to a chair. You’re going to be tortured until your father speaks. If he does, we’ll kill him and you. If he doesn’t, we’ll simply torture you longer. You should understand the precarious nature of your position.”
I took in a breath and tried to look solemn, but I’d been on such a roll lately. “Good thing, then, my last pleasurable memory on this earth is going to be getting fucked by Liam and his awesome dick. I didn’t even like sex very much until he showed me what it was all about.”
The quick backhand should have been expected, but it still stung. This was my life now. Trading quips with sexy Russian spies, being tied up and smacked around. Jared certainly couldn’t accuse me of having no life now.
The door to the apartment opened and Dmitri rushed inside.
“He’s gone,” he announced to Marta.
“What do you mean, gone? He’s an invalid. He can’t go anywhere,” Marta insisted.
“He’s not there,” Dmitri spat. “The apartment was empty.”
“You idiot! Did you check every room? Maybe he tried to get up and fell.”
Dmitri got up in her grill. “You question me as if I’m some boy? I know what the fuck I’m doing.”
She backed off and they both stared at me.
“Don’t look at me. I didn’t take him. You were following me all day. You know exactly where I was and what I was doing.”
I could see Marta thinking back over the day. “The internet café. You warned him.”
“Nope, try again.”
“You messaged someone. You told them to circle back and remove Gino from the apartment. I have to admit, I didn’t give you enough credit for being so clever. Was it the American?”
“Nope, try again.”
This time I got a backhand to the other side of my face.
“Who teaches you how to do that?” I asked her. “Instead of playing with your dolls as a child, did you just whale on them until their heads came off?”
“I don’t like this. We’re vulnerable. We need to leave and come up with a plan.” Dmitri grabbed Marta’s wrist, but she pulled free as if rejecting his suggestion.
After consideration and knowing that she had no choice, finally she nodded. “Untie her. She’s coming with us.”
“No. I don’t think she is.”
We all heard the voice, but none of us sawhim.
Liam! He was here. Somehow, in Paris, in this building, in this apartment. I should have been surprised, but I wasn’t. It was like I knew this whole time that, somehow, he would find me regardless of how crazy it seemed.
Dmitri growled and Marta pulled a gun from an ankle holster under her jeans and held it up to my temple.
“Make a move on us and she dies,” Marta called out.
“You can’t do that,” Liam said calmly from somewhere. In the large apartment with the high ceilings it was hard to get a sense of where his voice was coming from. And there were at least three doors that led out of the main room. “She’s the only who knows where Gino’s Legacy Project is.”
“She doesn’t know shit,” Marta countered.
“On the contrary, Gino gave her the project when she walked out the door. And you let it happen, Marta.”
“Fuck!” Dmitri raged. “Where the fuck is it?”
He started running his hands down the front of my dress and, with a hard rip from the neckline down, separated the dress right down the front, leaving me in bra, panties and destroyed fabric.
“Yo! Douchebag, I didn’t stuff it in my bra.”
