Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

grimaced, “What?”
    He nodded, “They sold you to me for information. James found documents linking me to the Burrow. It’s what I have been terrified, you would find. I don’t know how James did it. The man was a bumbling idiot. But, even a broken watch is right twice a day.”
    I gulped, “They knew you were asking for me for sexual purposes?” Horror was smeared across my face. “Why not just kill me? Why do that to me?”
    “Luring your dad.” He gave me a stern look, “The only stipulation was the fat man and Derringer. CI wanted something on you, something they could lure your father with.”
    “They told you that?”
    He shook his head, “No. I know because of sources.”
    I frowned, still whispering, “CI knows he’s alive?” I’d barely had time to register it myself.
    “Yes. It was in the documentation James must have found. You must have had something at your house, something that linked me and your father to the Burrow . Information that was from after he had died. I played along and said I had been working your dad over all along, because I had to have the Burrow. I acted like I was willing to do anything to get it. They wanted to make your life so hard, that your dad would be forced out of hiding. They were trying to frame you for a variety of things. Mob ties and other unsavory things. Prostitutes and murderesses lose their children.”
    I gasped, “You let them humiliate and frame me?”
    He laughed so quietly , I barely caught it . He shook his head again, “No. I only let them humiliate you. I own the casino and the hotel. I would have faked the recording, before I let them frame you. You ran when I was trying to help you. Fortunately, I didn’t have to. You are a bit of a genius when it comes to spy work.”
    I looked at Coop and shook my head, “No. It was them . They set it up perfectly.” I looked back at him, “You still let everyone believe you were having sex with me, against my will. How could you do that? And why did they believe you wanted the Burrow so badly?”
    He gave me a look, “Really? I’m a gunrunner, Evie. I always want anything to do with weaponry. Your pride is nothing, compared to the secrets I keep. I’m sorry you were embarrassed to be with me. Now you know how I manage. But if it makes you feel better, I also told them that I wanted you, because I wanted to avenge the death of my father, more than anything.”
    My brow knit, “Is that true?”
    He nodded and whispered, “I told them I wanted to work out a few weeks of fun with the daughter of the man, who had destroyed my family. Your running, only made me look like a monster. I suppose I owe you a thanks for keeping up my appearances.”
    My insides started to tingle, “My dad killed your dad?”
    He gave me a look, “It was the bitter end of the Cold War and the Star Wars were out of control; everyone’s dads were murdering someone. Mine caught wind of the Burrow. He wanted it. Your father, being the Master Key, was dispensed to remove the interest in the Burrow. It’s our job.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    He shook his head, “Don’t be. Your dad saved my life. I was eighteen and on CI’s payroll, not to mention, given the freedom and finances to do whatever the hell I wanted. I ran the family business the same as I always had, to avoid suspicions. Only I didn’t have to worry, the way my father did. I was given resources. I was able to develop the business and make my family more money, than we could ever spend.”
    I pointed at his face, “You’ve got a bit of arrogance in your teeth.”
    He chuckled, “You Americans have a saying for that… don’t hate the player, hate the game.”
    A sickening amount of disgust was filling me, as I processed the fact he’d told me such nice things, and yet, had bargained to have me.
    The jet hit cruising altitude and Coop was out of his seat and back with us, within seconds. He knelt in the seat in front of me, looking us both over, “What the fuck?”
    Servario sighed.
    I nodded, “He doesn’t like swearing, unless it’s referring to sex.”
    Coop rolled his eyes, “I care about the terrorist’s feelings.”
    Servario’s gaze lowered, “I am not a terrorist.”
    “Arms dealer… terrorist… same shit, different pile of shit.”
    I laughed, “Wow, this could be fun but let’s not do this. Not on a plane.”
    Coop tilted his head, “Your call.”
    Servario scoffed, “I’m comfortable with my cock’s size and how far it can piss,