Chapter 47. Spy

The air felt strange. A lot stranger than when Calla walked in. The evil smile on the scarred-brow man isn’t making things any better. Her stomach twisted with disgust and her fingers curled into a fist.

Before coming here, she told herself to expect anything and more. Like getting captured, walking into a trap, or even robbed. But this wasn’t on the list.

Hell, she would’ve never thought he’d ask her this. To be their spy? How? Why?

“Your spy?” She asked, confusion in her tone and face. Her eyes turned to the girl who still spun on the pole, bored.

The man who introduced himself as Mr. Salvatore, nodded slowly. “Yes, a spy for me,” he said, scratching his jaw that’s covered with dark stubble. “My boss, I meant to say.”

He was confusing her further. Did he mistake her for someone? She’s an escort and not a spy.

Although, she’s been approached by a handful of clients in the past, asking her to spy or blackmail someone. Either their business rival o