The Single Lady Spy Series Boxset

by Tara Brown

  “No!” I turned sharply. “No, you know what? I want to talk about it. You gave up on me, you gambled with my life, and then you gave up on me again when James took me to your fucking yacht.”

  His eyes turned evil as if green storms brewed behind them. He shook his head slowly. “Do not swear at me, Evie.”

  I threw my hands up in the air, “Why not? What can you possibly do to me that hasn’t already been done? Fuck you, Serv—”

  “Stop!” His hand lashed out quickly, grabbing me by a fistful of hair and cutting me off. He dragged my face into his. “Do not swear at me. I am not in the mood to put up with your attitude. I explained to you that you are mine.” He reached between my legs. “That is mine.”

  I punched hard, hitting him in the throat. He tightened his grip on my hair, dragging my face down into his groin. He coughed and sputtered.

  “You hit me or hurt me—expect it back from now on. I don’t even care if it blows cover or the Burrow.”

  He cleared his throat and coughed again. “You and I are going to have a long chat about acceptable forms of affection and unacceptable.” I shoved at him, but he held my face in his groin. “I wonder what young Cooper is thinking is happening right now? I bet he’s curious as to why your face is in my lap.”

  “He trusts me," I shouted into his pants.

  Servario scoffed. “So did I, once.”

  “Don’t even start on me. I never betrayed you. And you pay for sex, don't even.”

  He lifted my head by my hair. “If you believe for one second everything I did wasn't for you, then you’re mistaken. Every move has been for you. I made you a promise once that I would always be in your shadow and protect you. I included your kids in that. The minute I suspected James had betrayed me, I knew I had to keep your kids safe at all costs.”

  I swung at him. “Don’t you lie to me and include my kids in it.”

  He shoved my face back into his lap. “When you want to apologize and act like a big girl, I will let you back up.”

  My neck and back ached by the time the car stopped, but I wasn't apologizing. Servario opened the door and dragged me from the car. The driver got out. Servario pulled a gun from inside the car door, with a silencer on it. I swallowed hard. “Okay, I'm sorry.”

  He gave me an astonished look. “You think this is for you?”

  “I don’t know.”

  He was furious. The second car stopped. The driver opened the door. Servario turned and shot the driver and then ours. I jumped. “Why did you kill them?”

  His eyes burned with hate. “I didn’t, you did. You had to talk about important mission work in front of them? We can't let them live with all the words you spewed out there.”

  “I thought they were yours.”

  “They were. I still don’t say things like Burrow and blowing cover.”

  Coop walked up, clearly just as livid. “You talked shop in the car?”

  I put my hand out. “Fuck all three of you.”

  Jack looked affronted. “I didn’t do anything. I was shocked he shot them too. I don’t even think our driver spoke English.”

  I stormed down the road to the marina we were parked on top of. I heard Servario say, “Maybe you should talk to her.”

  My right eye twitched and I picked up my pace. Fuckers.

  Coop caught up with me. His voice was gruff, “You have to remember to keep everything private. You know better.”

  “You aren’t mad that he shoved my face in his dick the entire ride here? That doesn’t make you angry? Me talking in front of the guy I assumed was on the payroll, that makes you psycho?”

  Coop gave me his stoic face. “I saw you throat punch him, at least that’s what it looked like. He has a decent welt. I figured you had it.”

  Disgust covered every inch of my face. “What? No, I didn’t have it. Why do you keep thinking that?” I glimpsed back at Servario. He blew me a kiss. I flipped him off.

  I didn’t know why I’d agreed to do the stupid mission. It made no sense, nothing ever made sense. I wanted to shoot something, but we had bailed all our guns and there was nothing left but the clothes on our backs. Even our passports were gone. I turned into the marina but Servario shouted, “That way, milady.”

  I viewed a shack down the road. Of course. Nothing was ever predictable with them. The shack was a dirty little shithole. I opened the front door, praying to just get shot when I entered. Inside was nothing. It was nothing but a room, four walls. Jack came in after me. “They went behind it.”

  I nodded and followed him into the woods. “That probably appeared suspicious, the four of us walking into the bush. The two dead guys are probably not making us look any less suspicious.”

  Jack agreed, “Yeah, this is one of the odder things I've done, and that’s saying something.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  He stopped. “Let's be honest about the things you've done. This is nothing. Evie, walking through some woods after shooting two dudes is like a regular Thursday for you.”

  I laughed. We followed Coop and Servario who trekked without speaking at all. When we reached a trail, there was another cabin. I started to walk past it but Jack grabbed my arm. “They went inside.”

  “Of course they did.”

  “You know you'll guess the wrong one. Statically speaking, when making a choice, a female—”

  I put my fingers to Jack’s lips. “Stop.”

  He smiled and spoke through my fingers, “You remind me of Luce sometimes.”

  “Thank you.” I pushed him into the shack. Servario was passing out things. I began to get excited when I saw some heels. “Louboutin?”

  He shook his head. “Choo.”

  I fought my smile. “Cool.”

  “Oh, just get excited.”

  I snatched them from his hands and ran my fingers down the side of one strappy silver stiletto. The straps were so delicate and fine. It was like the band of an engagement ring. I touched the bling lining the sides. “Are those real?”

  He sneered, “You know I only buy the best.” Coop and Jack had gone into the other room. Servario handed me a black pleated skirt, a short black bob wig, a makeup kit, a water bra, and a red off-the-shoulder top with bat wings.

  I mused, “I miss Roxy sometimes.” I ignored his glare. “She was a bad person, but she had great taste. These were hers, weren’t they?”

  “No.” He backed up to the wall, leaning on it.

  I scowled. “Turn around.”

  “No.” He smiled, shaking his head. “Hurry up.”

  I met his gaze with confidence. “Fine.” I pulled off my shirt and bra and dragged on the strapless water bra. I turned to the side. “You sure these aren’t too big?”

  “A bit.” He laughed. “You need to look like the usual girls.”

  “Ewwww. I am not getting on that boat again. Pervert. You should have burned it to the last dildo.”

  “We aren’t going on the boat with all the dead people on it.” He sounded injured by that.

  I hauled on the skirt and took off my yoga pants, tossing my pants at him.

  He pulled the underwear out. “Really?”

  “What? I'm trying to look the part.” I smirked.

  He pocketed the underwear.

  “Those were dirty.”

  His smile widened. “Oh, I know.”

  “Gross.” I mentally massaged my temples and reminded myself of Coop. I really liked Coop. I could bring Coop around my kids, and he was amazing in bed. He was never going to be the big bad wolf that Servario was. I almost looked down at my bare vagina and reiterated that point.

  Coop good, Servario bad.

  Once I had the top on, I positioned it so it hung with one shoulder uncovered. I drew my hair up into a ponytail and slipped the wig on. I dropped to one knee and slipped on a shoe and then the other. His breathing changed as I walked over to him and passed him the mirror.

  “You look—”

  “No. Shut up, please, or I will swear at yo
u.” I looked in the mirror to put on the falsies and eye shadow. I dragged the eyebrow pencil across my brows and back brushed them with the small comb. They looked natural being that dark.

  I swept the lip brush covered in MAC Russian Red across my lips.

  “Fuck me, Evie.”

  I eyed Coop and laughed. He and Jack both appeared as if they were about to star in an Eminem video. Baggy Carhartt cargo shorts, Nike runners, baseball caps, and loose-fitting tee shirts. They looked young. “What are you two wearing?”

  Servario inspected them both. “They resemble my young American friends who come and party.”

  “They don’t dress like you?”

  He shook his head. “No. They're Americans. They dress like urban gangsters.”

  “They look like they're twenty.”

  “They are twenty, what's your point?”

  I saw what he was doing. I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.” Coop was still staring at me as was Jack. I scowled. “You like my new hair?”

  “Tits—I mean, I like the whole thing.”

  “You and the water bras.”

  “Yeah, those look so real.”

  Jack gave him a side-glance. “He means you look really slutty, very whorish. I think this is perfect, exactly the type of girl we normally record Servario with.”

  Servario's eye twitched. “Let's go.”

  He turned and strode to the back of the shack. Coop came over to me, pulling me into his arms. I pushed on his chest. “We need to look professional. Like partners.” He smiled but I pushed him back. “No.”

  We went out the back of the cabin to a massive set of stairs.

  I turned to them. “Are you kidding?”

  Servario smiled. “I'd be happy to carry you.”

  I laughed bitterly and walked past him. “This isn’t a fun little field trip. You guys get that, right?”

  By the time we reached the bottom, my feet were pressing through the ends of the sexy sandals. I was in agony. I viewed the huge flight of stairs that ran down the cliff. Coop wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “You wearing underwear?”

  “Why?”

  His eyes turned steely. “At about mid-flight of the stairs there was a gust of wind, and I thought that I might have seen something—something I recognized from the other day.”

  “I'm pretty sure you didn’t see anything.”

  Jack smiled as he passed us. “No, we did.”

  “Well, stop looking, perverts.”

  Coop acted nervous. “Why aren’t you wearing underwear?”

  “They were boy shorts. They didn’t suit my skirt. Why? Is it distracting you to see my bum?”

  “Someone might see the other part.”

  “Everyone has seen it. I had like seven doctors and nurses in the room when I gave birth. I was pushing in front of a mirror, with like eleven people total, trust me. People have seen it.”

  Servario grabbed Coop's arm. “Run. You want to avoid this story, at all costs. The mirror is only the start. It goes dreadfully downhill from there.”

  Coop glimpsed back at me as we walked out onto the pier to where a small boat was tied up. We climbed on board and Servario started it. He drove us out into the massive waves. I grew nervous, gripping my wig and covering my falsies. “This was a bad idea.”

  Coop pulled me into his chest, making a massive wind barrier. “That better?”

  “A bit.”

  “Put your underwear back on!”

  “No.” Call it petty, but seeing him and Servario go berserk over some underwear was awesome. It was payback by the boatload. Coop acted as though I might accidentally fall on a cock and let it fuck me. Like all girls with no underwear were just there for sex. I was fine without the underwear. The skirt went to my knees.

  It wasn’t Coop I was doing it for though. It was hang-Evie's-ass-out-to-dry Servario. He appeared hopeful, as though I might actually let him fall on me and accidentally fuck me. Ha!

  He could keep my underwear like a pervert. That was the last whiff of this he was getting.

  I stopped my overly confident inner rant and pondered when was the last time I had changed my underwear.

  I didn’t want to be known for anything that didn’t smell like roses—yikes.

  We rode out to a massive yacht anchored at sea. Suddenly, I understood why Servario didn’t care about the yacht we had been on. It was nothing compared to the one we floated up to.

  I saw the huge dock and set of stairs and nodded. “I'll go last.”

  Jack jumped out. “I'll go first.” He ran from the possibility of seeing my entire underside. Coop and Servario had a stare down. I pushed them at the stairs. “Hurry up. My ass cheeks are getting cold.”

  When we got halfway, Servario looked down at me. “How high are you guys?”

  “Super high.” I gave him a thumbs up. He smiled. “Let's get the party started then.”

  I assumed that was his way of saying we were high and the boat was bugged.

  At the top Coop nuzzled into my neck. “I'm going to fuck the hell out of you later, when we’re done killing shit.”

  “Because you’re angry?”

  His eyes answered that.

  “Fair enough. If you gave your underwear to one of your exes and partied with a bunch of chicks who could see your cock, I might be mad.”

  He was obviously pissed but didn’t get a chance to say anything. The boat was a full-fledged party. Coop and Jack did fit in. Unfortunately, so did I.

  21

  It's just a quickie

  Servario leaned into my neck as the helicopter started. He pushed me back and dragged a line of white powder on my chest. He snorted and licked it up. Coop started kissing up my arms. Jack was flying the helicopter. We took off from the yacht under the guise of joining the mile-high club.

  I shoved them both off when we got into the air. “What the fuck did you just snort?”

  Servario laughed. “It was made for me; it tastes like cocaine, but I don’t get a high from it. It has no effect. I use it at every party I go to. You should see the people who try it and say it's the best shit ever.”

  Jack offered, “The memory of the previous stone from cocaine, acid, mushrooms, or heroin, and even ecstasy, can actually trigger an effect on the brain. Just thinking about it can trigger memories and reactions. It’s part of addictions. Our brain is trying to convince us to do it again by making us crave it.”

  I laughed as Servario gave him a strange look. Coop added, “Your parties are awesome.”

  “Yes,” Servario boasted. “They truly are. It's a nonstop orgy most weekends. The captain brings the boat to wherever I want him to. It's a good life.”

  “You are a health risk, a walking fucking health risk,” I growled.

  He sighed. “We have rules about the boat.”

  “Yeah, I saw a lot of responsible young adults making choices based entirely on rules. Good call.” I was thoroughly disgusted.

  He scoffed. “You’re so frigid.” I shot him a glare but he ignored it. “Are you all ready? This is going to be heavy.”

  Coop gave me a questioning glance but I nodded. “I'm ready. What weapons do I have? I'm sort of screwed for places to hide them.”

  Jack shouted back, “You could put them in your—”

  Servario and Coop simultaneously shouted, “NO!”

  Jack put his hands up. “All right, I was just saying, it's an available spot.”

  It took me a second to realize where he was thinking. I wrinkled my nose. “Ewwww. Plus, what if it went off?” I squeezed my thighs together and shuddered.

  Servario handed me two thin knives like the ones he’d hidden in the couch on the yacht. They had slim hilts and sharp blades. He passed me a pair of knife garters. I slid them up my thighs discreetly and pushed the knives into the holsters. They were at the tops of my legs, hidden in the pleats.

  He winked. “I thought of everything.”

  I sat between the two of them as they both stared at me. I frowned. �
�What?”

  Servario shook his head innocently and Coop swallowed hard. They knew something I did not.

  “Fuck, what?”

  Coop bit his lip. “We're taking you in as a new whore.”

  My jaw dropped. “Why am I always the whore?”

  Jack glimpsed back at me.

  “Don’t.” I pointed. “Shut it before I kill you.”

  He put his hands up and turned back around.

  “Fuck, seriously? Why?” I asked Servario but he ignored me. “You’re against human trafficking. They're gonna know you wouldn’t bring me there.”

  “Only underage. I sell women, sometimes.”

  My skin crawled as I imagined his hands on me, touching me the way he would’ve a whore who he had sold. A whore who had once been someone’s daughter or wife or mother. I couldn’t fight the disgust on my face. “Oh God. Oh my God.”

  He looked worse. “Evie, it's just—like spies for the other guys, and you know, competition. Sometimes payback. Someone's family can be the only way to get to them.”

  “Oh my God! You sell women into sex slavery? You sell granddaughters of other spies? Fuck, Servario, they’re someone’s daughter or granddaughter or mother.”

  His hands came out. “It's my business. I have to be in everything—how do you say that? My toes in all the jars. No. I mean—” He was panicking. I grimaced at him defending human trafficking.

  Jack chimed back, “Keep your fingers in many pots.”

  I growled.

  Jack continued, “Evie, calm down. You didn’t think the gunrunner and drug dealer was also into whores? Please. We all knew.”

  Servario pointed at Jack. “He's right. It all goes hand in hand.”

  “Fine, I'm a whore. I don’t want to talk about this again. You don’t do it ever again and we never speak of this. I feel like I might throw up.” I gagged a little and eyed Coop. “Why does Coop still look like he's going to piss his pants?”

  Servario pressed his lips into a fine line for a second. “The boss likes to taste the merchandise, he likes a quickie. Just one fast one. No biggie. Think of what Elise went through for the protection of her father. She was at that brothel a while before we got there. It’s for the greater good, really.”