The End of You: A Single Lady Spy Series Novella (The Single Lady Spy Series Book 3) by Tara Brown Page A
Authors: Tara Brown
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we trusted with our
lives and those of the people we loved the most—my kids.
I
shook my head. “My mom has the kids. She’s fine. She and Fitz are better spies
than you and I will ever be and ten times the assassins.” The image of my
mother peeling the flesh from a man who was still alive would haunt me all the
days of my life.
He
nodded, wincing as well. We both would never recover from the viciousness of my
mother and Fitz. Thank God they were on our side.
His
eyes darted to the ground. “This is going to be another human trafficking case,
Evie. I don't want you to see it.” I couldn't help but wonder if that was
really what he was worried about. Or if he just didn't want me there because he
knew we were nearing the end of us.
Granted,
the memory of rescuing children from human trafficking still haunted me. It was
something I would NEVER recover from. It was a stain that permanently dyed my
heart and soul black.
Not
all of me, just the parts that had been previously innocent or naive in any way.
They were gone, completely. But the idea of backing out because it would be
hard, like I was some sort of delicate female, actually made me annoyed. The
stubborn bitch inside of me dug her heels in. “I’m coming.” I had a terrible
feeling this was more about me seeing Servario and less about human
trafficking.
My
heartbeat picked up its pace with just the mention of Servario inside my
thoughts. He was the one bad thing I wanted for myself but being a mom and a
responsible human being prevented us from ever testing that water out. He was
the bad guy and I was the good girl and never the twain shall meet, not in this
world. Not even by accident. I had to stop those accidental fuckings.
I
glanced at the tense look in Coop’s steely-blue eyes and nodded, not so much at
him but just in general.
“You
need to consider what we will see when we get there.” His voice was firm as if
he were giving me an order.
I
shook my head. “I’m going to take it as it comes and pray we aren’t put into a
situation that's worse than the others we’ve already survived.”
He
stood abruptly, not looking pleased by my choice, but it was still my choice.
He might have been my superior at work, but I could tell the order was coming
from the guy having the relationship with me. As my boss he had no reason at
all to try to make me stay behind. Not since I saved his ass last time we were
counting.
We
wiped down the room, still living in the awkward silence we had started the day
out with. We left it stripped and ready for housekeeping. We looked like we
might be polite and helping the hotel staff out, but honestly, we didn't like
leaving behind traces of ourselves.
When
we boarded the plane I was fortunate to be sitting next to an older lady who was
content to show me pictures of her grandkids and tell me about the garden she
had grown in the summer. She reminded me of my mother, before my mother
confessed to being an international spy and assassin.
Now
I saw her more as something from a movie. She wasn’t soft, she wasn’t sweet,
and she didn't ever let anyone off the hook. The whole thing was insane and
bizarre, and yet somehow true. Finding out my parents were both spies was about
the biggest lie I had ever been the victim of. Bigger than the affairs my
husband had before he died. Bigger than the lies the government told the rest
of the world. Bigger than the lie I told myself about my feelings for a man who
was too dangerous for my own good.
Coop
had taken the flight before me, just an hour earlier. He was meeting Luce and
Jack in London at Heathrow and meeting me in Norwich. We were then flying from
Norwich to Dubai on a private jet.
It
would have been exciting had it been for any other reason than the one we were
traveling for. No one ever said being a spy was fun, no one who actually did
the job. The rest of the world saw James
Bond and Mission Impossible and
believed it was all glamour, sex, and disguises. The movies
lives and those of the people we loved the most—my kids.
I
shook my head. “My mom has the kids. She’s fine. She and Fitz are better spies
than you and I will ever be and ten times the assassins.” The image of my
mother peeling the flesh from a man who was still alive would haunt me all the
days of my life.
He
nodded, wincing as well. We both would never recover from the viciousness of my
mother and Fitz. Thank God they were on our side.
His
eyes darted to the ground. “This is going to be another human trafficking case,
Evie. I don't want you to see it.” I couldn't help but wonder if that was
really what he was worried about. Or if he just didn't want me there because he
knew we were nearing the end of us.
Granted,
the memory of rescuing children from human trafficking still haunted me. It was
something I would NEVER recover from. It was a stain that permanently dyed my
heart and soul black.
Not
all of me, just the parts that had been previously innocent or naive in any way.
They were gone, completely. But the idea of backing out because it would be
hard, like I was some sort of delicate female, actually made me annoyed. The
stubborn bitch inside of me dug her heels in. “I’m coming.” I had a terrible
feeling this was more about me seeing Servario and less about human
trafficking.
My
heartbeat picked up its pace with just the mention of Servario inside my
thoughts. He was the one bad thing I wanted for myself but being a mom and a
responsible human being prevented us from ever testing that water out. He was
the bad guy and I was the good girl and never the twain shall meet, not in this
world. Not even by accident. I had to stop those accidental fuckings.
I
glanced at the tense look in Coop’s steely-blue eyes and nodded, not so much at
him but just in general.
“You
need to consider what we will see when we get there.” His voice was firm as if
he were giving me an order.
I
shook my head. “I’m going to take it as it comes and pray we aren’t put into a
situation that's worse than the others we’ve already survived.”
He
stood abruptly, not looking pleased by my choice, but it was still my choice.
He might have been my superior at work, but I could tell the order was coming
from the guy having the relationship with me. As my boss he had no reason at
all to try to make me stay behind. Not since I saved his ass last time we were
counting.
We
wiped down the room, still living in the awkward silence we had started the day
out with. We left it stripped and ready for housekeeping. We looked like we
might be polite and helping the hotel staff out, but honestly, we didn't like
leaving behind traces of ourselves.
When
we boarded the plane I was fortunate to be sitting next to an older lady who was
content to show me pictures of her grandkids and tell me about the garden she
had grown in the summer. She reminded me of my mother, before my mother
confessed to being an international spy and assassin.
Now
I saw her more as something from a movie. She wasn’t soft, she wasn’t sweet,
and she didn't ever let anyone off the hook. The whole thing was insane and
bizarre, and yet somehow true. Finding out my parents were both spies was about
the biggest lie I had ever been the victim of. Bigger than the affairs my
husband had before he died. Bigger than the lies the government told the rest
of the world. Bigger than the lie I told myself about my feelings for a man who
was too dangerous for my own good.
Coop
had taken the flight before me, just an hour earlier. He was meeting Luce and
Jack in London at Heathrow and meeting me in Norwich. We were then flying from
Norwich to Dubai on a private jet.
It
would have been exciting had it been for any other reason than the one we were
traveling for. No one ever said being a spy was fun, no one who actually did
the job. The rest of the world saw James
Bond and Mission Impossible and
believed it was all glamour, sex, and disguises. The movies
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