Page 45 of My Super Sexy Spy
But it also meant Beth was safe from The Douchebag and his interrogation methods. Probably also meant she was safe from me. What the hell had I been thinking last night? Fucking her only made the wanting worse. Fucking her without a condom… It was like…like she was supposed to be someone important, when, in my life, I’d never done important with anyone.
I was the lone wolf type and I liked it that way. Or at least I had until I started reading a Lover’s Guide to Travel.
Damn. Fuck. Why couldn’t she have been whiny and butt ugly?
I wanted to kiss her nose. I wanted to fuck her again, hard. I wanted to make her laugh. What I didn’t want was for her to be gone.
I took another sip of my beer. “What do you want, Dmitri? We both know neither you nor Marta can touch her where she’s going. You might as well both call it a day and head home.”
Dmitri lifted a finger and pointed to my beer. The bartender brought him a pint and he took a sip and grimaced. “I don’t understand how you Americans drink this hoppy fizz. It tastes like a bitter piss soda. And I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who is this Marta?”
I snorted. “Please, do not waste both our time. She tried to disguise it, but it’s not like I can’t tell a Russian accent when I hear it. You were using her to distract me. It didn’t work.”
Dmitri shrugged. “I don’t like partners. They slow me down. But if I tell you I don’t know who this Marta you speak of is, you will not believe me anyway. So I will not try to convince you. I will only tell you this matter is not done. You can hide the daughter, but I will still find the father.”
“Knock yourself out,” I told him. Dmitri had about as much a shot of finding him as I did. Which wasn’t much of one. The world, for a man with resources like Gino had, was a big fucking place.
“Happy hunting, my friend.”
I frowned as he left his stool and his beer behind. Not to mention he’d left me with the check. Douchebag.
My phone buzzed and I took it out of my back pocket.
Swell. Uncle Sam was calling. I accepted the call and held the phone to my ear. “Eyes on the target?”
“No.”
I frowned. “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean, the plane landed. She was not on it.”
Shit, shit, shit. “That’s not possible. I followed her as far as security. Who could have gotten to her behind security?”
I knew it was a rhetorical question and the agent on the other end of the line didn’t bother to answer. In fact, there was no point in talking to him any longer. I ended the call and pulled up the tracking app for the device I’d put in her shoe. I’d gotten her a new dress this morning, but she was still wearing the shoes from last night.
Except the radar showed nothing. The signal on the damn thing was only so strong, which meant all I knew was, she wasn’t in Rome.
Someone nabbed Beth between the time after she’d passed security, and before she’d gotten on the plane. That was nine freaking hours ago. She could be anywhere in the world right now.
I shoved the phone back in my pocket, tossed some euros on the bar and hit the busy Rome streets. I had to think. I had to clear my head and refocus. Dmitri didn’t have her. He could have been telling the truth about Marta, and she could have been a separate operator all together.
Someone working for Gino maybe. Did it make sense he might use a woman to snatch his daughter so she might feel less threatened? It was a slim chance, but right now I had zero to work with. If I went with the assumption that Gino was behind the kidnapping, then I had to think about where he might be.
With her.
Without her, he could be anywhere in the world. But with her, he might want to take her to her favorite place. Impress her. Connect with her.
Beth had never been anywhere until this trip.
So where might he think her favorite place was?
Where didA Lover’s Guide to Travelstart?
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Beth
I blinked open my eyes and yawned. I had that feeling like I’d overslept, which I didn’t like to do. As a person who worked from home, it was important to me to have a schedule so I didn’t let myself slack off.
