Page 31 of My Super Sexy Spy
Yes, I might have suspected Beth was playing a game with me and the Russian if I hadn’t learned what I had tonight. Something none of my research on her had revealed, which meant, in all that time, she’d never once been picked up by the cops.
No, Beth wasn’t panicking because she’d been here before. On the streets, with no friends, no resources. Counting on her wits alone to keep her alive.
It wouldn’t be as scary to her. In fact, it would feel familiar.
The thought of it pissed me off. That her mother had chosen drugs over her daughter. That her father, who was a big fucking deal in the world of nuclear science, who definitely knew he had a daughter, had left her unprotected for all that time.
She’d had no one who gave a fuck then. And she didn’t have anyone who gave a fuck now. When she was in serious trouble. Even from her own country. Because no one back at Langley was going to believe that her father did what he did and she didn’t know about it.
Except me. Because I liked her.
I stopped at the end of an alley and pulled out my phone. I pulled up the tracker app and saw I was close. I’d put trackers in all her shoes before I’d left her room last night.
Purses and phones could be discarded but shoes were harder to lose.
We were only about two miles away from the piazza where we’d eaten, but it wasn’t like that mattered. With these narrow, winding streets, it was so easy to get lost even if you were only a couple feet away.
A quick glance down the alley and it appeared to be empty except for a few trash cans.
That’s when I saw it. Just the smallest hint of red shoe peeking out from behind the garbage. Okay, so she was good, but she wasn’t that good. There was some comfort in that. A reminder that she was vulnerable and that I could protect her.
I’d spent so long using my skills to hurt, to kill, to extract information from people who didn’t want to give it to me, I’d never had a cause to use them to protect a woman I was actually into.
Kind of made me feel good. Kind of made me feel like swinging my dick a little.
Quietly, I walked down the alley, careful not to make a noise. I didn’t bother with the gun. Not that I didn’t think the Russian was probably up and looking by now as well, but I didn’t want to startle her if I could avoid it.
And where was Marta? The woman from last night with the fabulous rack and the red dress. I assumed she had to be Douchebag’s partner. She’d tried to lure me away from Beth with the temptation of sex. Not that I was interested, although she did have some nice tits.
It had been simple enough to use a pinch maneuver on her neck, knocking her unconscious and leaving her passed out on her bed in her room. She, too, was recovered by now and somewhere in Florence looking, just like I was.
For the target. For Beth.
I stopped in front of the trash cans and could see the shoes were attached to feet. Unless she was the Wicked Witch of the West and could melt out of those shoes, I had her.
Quietly moving closer, I could see her head was down on her knees. Her shoulders moving up and down in slow rhythm. She’d managed to fall asleep? It pissed me off all over again that she had enough familiarity with living on the streets that that could actually happen.
I crouched down in front of her slowly. I knew if I touched her, she would attack, and since she had a propensity to go for the balls, I figured I would keep a little distance.
“Beth,” I said softly. “Beth, wake up.”
Instantly her head snapped up and, like I’d suspected, she went on the attack. She pounced on me, and given that I was resting my weight on the balls of my feet, she was able to send me sprawling backward.
I countered immediately by rolling her onto her back and pressing all my weight against her. My thighs pinned hers, my hips pinned hers, my chest pinned hers. Her hot little body was crushed under me, and even though we were laid out on some dirty brick alley, I was still getting turned on.
In the meantime, she kept lifting her head, as if trying to take a bite out of me. At one point her teeth scraped my chin.
“Kitten, watch it with those teeth.”
She grunted and tried to wiggle out from underneath me. She wasn’t going to escape, but she was going to get my big-ass, American dick hard.
Too late.
I knew the second she felt it, because she looked up at me like she was surprised.
“Seriously? You’re a spy and a rapist?”
“I’m not a rapist,” I said, disgusted.
