Friday, June 9, 2017

#FreeDailyThriller - Lust, Money & Murder - Book 10, "Black Widow" - Part 60 - Conclusion

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The four of them silently walked back down the hill, Spyro leading the way, his arm around Alex’s shoulder, followed by Costa, and then Elaine.
Spyro was furious, Elaine could tell, but not nearly as angry as she was with herself. She felt miserable. The rage she had shown towards Dmitry was real, but it was self-directed. How could she have been so stupid! She could not only have gotten Alex killed, but that poor little girl, too. If anything would have happened to those poor children, or even their little dog, she would never have forgiven herself.
By the time they reached the Lexus, Elaine was almost sobbing.
They all silently climbed into the car, Elaine and Alex in the back seat.
As soon as Costa started the engine and drove up the hill, Alex said, “Did you see her dad? She destroyed that guy!”
Spyro didn’t reply. He glanced at Costa, looking even madder, as if he thought Costa should have prevented any of it from happening.
Alex said, “She destroyed that guy! So much blood—she kicked him in the—”
“That’s enough, Alex!” his father snapped.
Now tears were streaming down Elaine’s face, she couldn’t help it. What a disaster! It had seemed like such a clever plan in her mind, but when executed in reality, it had completely backfired. She realized that she looked like nothing more than a madwoman, completely out of control, mean, nasty, and vicious, without a feminine bone in her body, let alone any dignity or real concern for others! What father would want a woman like that in charge of her son, acting like a role model?

Chapter 70

When they arrived back at the villa, Costa stopped at the front entrance. He let Spyro, Alex, and Elaine out, and then went to park the car.
The three of them silently entered the house.
None of them had said a word during the entire drive back.
“Alex, go to your room,” Spyro said sternly.
“What did I do?”
“Go to your room,” Spyro snapped.
The boy reluctantly went up the stairs, looking over his shoulder at Elaine.
She went up to her room, too, feeling overwhelmed with humiliation and shame.
She went straight into the bathroom and peered at her teary, blood-splattered face in the mirror. Never again, she thought. I will never involve children in any operation as long as I live, in any way, shape or form. That SUV had come so close to hitting the kids that she really had saved both their lives...only she was saving them from her own stupidity, from a plan that had gone terribly wrong, that she never should have set up in the first place.
Elaine wiped her eyes...then stood still as she heard the front door of the house open and Spyro yell “Costa!” at the top of his lungs. A moment later, she heard the library door slam shut.
Spyro started screaming, in Greek.
Elaine had never heard Spyro lose his temper before. He sounded like a monster, even more livid than Elaine had been. She couldn’t understand a word he said, of course, but just from the tone it was obvious that he at least partially blamed Costa for what had happened, for not keeping closer watch over Alex.
The yelling went on continuously for what seemed like fifteen minutes.
When it finally stopped, Elaine went back out into the bedroom and looked glumly out the window. It was her turn next. Spyro was going to fire her, of course, and he had very good reason. Such a stupid, naive plan. She had not only put two children’s lives in mortal danger, she had completely botched her undercover operation, and all the time, energy and resources that she, Luna, and Dmitry had invested into it were lost.
She sat down on the bed, then looked down at her “blood”-splattered overcoat. She rose again, tiredly took it off, and hung it in the wardrobe.
Seeing the red-splattered garment would only make Spyro angrier.
Elaine heard the sound of a door opening downstairs—someone was walking to the bottom of the stairway.
“Patricia?” Spyro called, his voice sounding a little hoarse from screaming, but stern. “Come down here, please. I need to talk to you.”

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A moment later, Elaine slowly descended the stairs, her knees shaking, dreading what was about to take place. But she wasn’t really afraid of Spyro. Being chewed out by the man was trivial compared to what she’d just been through in Ekkara. His verbal thrashing couldn’t begin to match the one she’d been giving herself internally.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Spyro was standing out in the hallway, in front of the library, an unreadable look on his face.
He merely motioned to the door, let Elaine enter, then he entered himself.
“Sit down,” he sat flatly, and motioned to one of the leather guest chairs.
Elaine did so, and Spyro seated himself behind the desk. She wondered if there was any way she could salvage the situation, even partially, but she knew it was hopeless.
Spyro looked at her for a second and exhaled a long breath of air, both cheeks puffing out. “Boy, did I misjudge you. I pride myself on my instincts about people, but I couldn’t have been more wrong about you.”
“I’m sorry,” Elaine said.
“I’m almost at a loss for words. That was some beating you gave that man. Alex was right—you destroyed him.”
“I’m sorry, I just—”
“What did you say to him, anyway? When you spoke Russian?”
“Nothing, really...I just told him he was an idiot, and that he could have killed the children.”
“I’m sure it was an honest mistake. There’s no way he could have planned something like that with any accuracy, and it made no sense, anyway. I already called the car rental company and checked him out.  He’s just a tourist from Moscow.”
“You’re not going to do anything to him?”
“Do anything?” Spyro frowned at her. “What do you mean?”
Elaine shrugged. “Press charges.”
“Of course not. What’s the point? I don’t need trouble here on the island.” Spyro paused, glancing down at her dress, which was also splattered with a few droplets of the fake blood. “I think he learned his lesson.”
They just sat there looking at each other.
With a sigh, Spyro said, “Obviously you can’t continue to work in the capacity of a governess after such a violent demonstration of your true character.”
“No, of course not,” Elaine said, and she stood up.
He looked surprised. “Where are you going?”
“I...upstairs, to pack, I guess.”
“You just said I couldn’t work in the capacity of a governess.”
“That’s correct.” Spyro touched the finger of his real hand to his lips, looking her over. “We need a more expansive job description than governess, something wider in scope that will cover those extra duties you’ve been wanting me to give you. As I said, I badly misjudged you.”
Spyro Leandrou smiled at her, and in a more intimate way than he’d ever done before.
“I owe you a big thank you for saving my son’s life, Patricia. Your skills have been grossly underutilized.”

I hope you enjoyed this book.  Book 11 of this series will be available later this year - you will receive an email when it is set up for pre-order.  

In the meantime, I will be serially publishing Books 4, 5 & 6 of the Forbidden romantic suspense series, which I coauthored with Devika Fernando, starting on Monday.  These new books can be read as stand-alones, but of course it's always better to start with the first books in the series.  If you want to try Book 1 free, you can download it here.

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