Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

the shirt up. It was pulled down hard and fast, dragged against my skin. His huge hands pinned it to my sides, “Stop that,” he scolded.
    I shook my head, “You are distracting me on purpose. I see it now. Your role in this, from the beginning was to distract me. Tell me the truth. My kids are missing. You tell me the God damned truth.” I was shaking from the bad things rolling through my mind.
    I stared at the massive wrought-iron gate that dwarfed even him.
    His words came slowly, “You were so wrapped up in them at first, it was so easy. You missed so many things, running here and there and everywhere with the kids. Then you got bored. I was scared you would see the truth then. I was about to intervene, when you found hot yoga.”
    I turned to face him, shoving him, “ARE YOU HIGH? WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH MY KIDS?”
    He kissed the top of my head, looking grim, “The secret must be kept at all costs.”
    It hit me like a ton bricks in the head, “You’re the Master Key…” The words left my dry mouth. I felt him nod against the top of my head, “Who better, than a man suspected of a thousand bad things.”

Chapter Fourteen – Why mommy, what BIG shoes you have!

    We hadn’t spoken in hours.
    He wouldn’t answer a single question or tell me where we were going, so it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to talk, unless it was Q&A time, anyway.
    My foot tapping was getting on his nerves, I could tell.
    I looked down at the outfit I was wearing and shook my head, “Why don’t you have normal clothes for women on the jet?”
    He gave me a sideways look, “You’re the only normal girl, ever to come on here. You could have stayed in the other outfit. Lord knows , all you care about is comfort.” His tone was mocking.
    I rolled my eyes, “Yes, maybe you could have found me a piece of cord to hold the shorts up. Look, I don’t dress like I’m homeless, all the time.”
    He coughed, “You aren’t exactly a sex kitten either.”
    I glared, “The other outfit would have suited the house slippers of yours I stole.”
    He gave me another look, “You make sure those get back to the house. They were a gift from my mother.”
    I sneered, “You have a problem.”
    He looked hurt, “What? My mother bought them for me.”
    I tapped my heel and tried not to look down at the sexy heel, or think about the fact they were spiciest shoes, I’d ever donned. I wished the tight pants were half as comfortable, but they cut into my slight mommy tummy fiercely.
    Steve looked back at me, “For the love of God and all things holy, stop tapping your damned foot.”
    I scowled, “No.”
    Servario snorted, “We land in eight minutes, children. Shut it.”
    Steve scowled and turned back around.
    I wanted to tap louder. My nerves were on fire. I needed to hold my babies.
    I distracted myself with a question, I assumed he would actually answer, “Why are we always flying? Is this really how you live?”
    He laughed, “We need to keep moving. I can’t afford a mistake right now.” And that was it.
    I rolled my eyes at him, “Fine, be aloof.”
    We landed and I forced Steve and Servario to run to the car. Well, as fast as my heels would go. The salty smell of the Boston harbor made me relax a bit.
    I watched out the window as we drove to wherever we were going.
    “So you called young Cooper and explained we would meet them tomorrow?” he asked distractedly.
    I nodded, “I gave them my word, that you meant them no harm and were not working with the military or government; I told them you just wanted the Burrow.”
    He chuckled, “Have I ever worked with them? I like nothing better, than to watch them squirm.”
    My stress levels were too high. I didn’t want to listen to him speak, but I needed answers, “Where are my children?” I pestered again.
    He shook his head, “I’m not in the position to tell you that.”
    I growled, “No one is ever in the position to tell me anything.”
    He cocked an eyebrow, “Do you know much about your mother, Evie?”
    I swallowed and looked back out the window.
    He laughed, “You do know. I was wondering, when they would let it spill. Now that you know, I can tell you, your children are safe. I can also tell you, no one would care for them the way your mother will.” His eyes sparkled, “She has kept you alive.”
    “You know my mother?”
    He nodded, “I do.”
    I felt sick. An arms dealer, who was secretly the Master Key for the covert op my father had