Page 11 of Little Rabbit

His chuckle turns into a full on laugh. “She slipped out of the guest house when he was in the bathroom to spend some time with Sofia in the kitchen. Nico was pissed when he couldn’t find her, and only got more pissed when Sofia refused to let him haul her off, insisting she was going to teach her one of her favorite dishes. He left, but as soon as the damn thing was done, Sofia told her about the library, and off she went. Nico about lost his mind again. Never seen a woman smile so big when he carried her back to the guest house.”

I laugh, unable to help myself. It does indeed sound like sweet little Gia is turning into a bit of a wild one. “Well, you tell my Boo Bear that as soon as I get back, I’ll help keep the women in line,” I snicker.

Aurelio snorts. “Fuck you. I’m not telling him shit. Now, back to your problem. Lazaro was correct. The flight has left, and is actually heading back to the United States.” I curse, because that is going to be another long flight, and she’s got a big enough head start, it won’t be hard for her to disappear. “However,” Aurelio continues, “it appears Ms. Harris was not on that plane.” I straighten at that, and my insides coil with anticipation. “I was able to check all the cameras; your lady snuck out of the hangar about an hour before you arrived and walked to the local train station not far away. She boarded a train where she can head out of the country and to almost thirty others without having to stop or get another pass.”

“Fuck, so she could be going anywhere,” I grit out. “There’s no way to check where she might be going? Don’t passengers need to pick a destination when they purchase a ticket?”

“Yes, but the way the tickets are set, they can disembark anytime they choose. The fair is a flat rate. She did purchase a first class seat, however, so she must be planning on sitting in that seat for a while.”

“Pull up a map,” I order Lazaro, who gets up and strides to the back of the plane, emerging seconds later with a laptop. It doesn’t take us long to find a map of the railway and its stops. I put Aurelio on speakerphone.“Alright, we need to figure this out, because I’m not chasing her all over Europe. Aurelio, does she have any close friends or business associates that we could assume she’s heading to for help?”

“None that we can find,” Aurelio replies grimly. “Sienna is either very good at hiding her presence online, or she’s just not a social one. The only people she speaks to regularly are her parents and her best friend. In business, she speaks with clients, but if you want me to start checking all of the ones we can find, it will take weeks. “

“What about any clients she’s worked with many times and developed a rapport with? I mean, she was able to get a jet to fly her to Europe that way,” Lazaro suggests.

“We didn’t find many of those in our search,” Aurelio replies, and I can hear some papers shuffling around. Finally, after a moment, he says, “There is one other person that she’s worked with many times, along with her parents. One of her father’s first clients, and now his daughter, Stacey. It looks like Stacey has been using Sienna instead of the parents.”

Gotcha. “And where is this Stacey? What’s her full name?” I ask calmly.

“Stacey Corbyn, daughter of the biggest real estate tycoon in London, Thomas Corbyn. She’s joined the family business. She’s located in London too.”

I frown at that. No, that sounds far too easy. Why would she go back to London to be with someone else when she could go to her parent’s place, or even her own? No, that’s definitely far too predictable. “No, she won’t go to London,” I declare. “She’s going to go somewhere else. The Corbyns’ are into real estate, which means they have access to many different places. Has she called any of them?”

“Nothing,” Aurelio says grimly. “But that doesn’t mean she hasn’t found another way to contact them. All she would have to do is get a burner phone or have one bought for her.”

“You think she had someone get her a burner and she grabbed it at the hangar,” Lazaro summarized. “Fuck, this woman is fucking clever. Who the fuck thinks about things like that?”

“A woman who has been trained for any possibility since she was a child,” I supply grimly. “And I don’t buy it was because of what happened to her mother. I think her parents knew there was a chance her family could come back for her, and they wanted her to be prepared.”

“Makes sense,” Aurelio agrees. “Which means it’s going to be a damn hard road to catch her, son.” He lets out a low chuckle. “And I, for one, am going to enjoy watching you chase your tail for a while with her. It’s about time a woman made things hard for you.”

I ignore that. Instead, I say, “Find out which properties the Corbyns would let Sienna use. We’ll start there.”

“There are places all over Europe that they use as vacation homes and rent out when the time is right. I guess the question is where she would go if she wanted to lay low long enough to sleep and recharge,” Aurelio answers thoughtfully. “I mean, she’s been running from you nonstop. She’s going to need a break.”

“Wait, what kind of first-class did she get?” Lazaro suddenly asks, sitting forward.

There’s a pause before Aurelio answers, “She got a single sleeper cabin and a seat in the first-class single car, so there should only be one other seat in it.”

“So she’s planning on a trip long enough for her to need to sleep,” I say, realizing what Lazaro is implying. “Aurelio, search through the Corbyn’s properties that are far enough away to require her to stay on a train overnight.”

“Give me five minutes and I’ll call you back,” Aurelio replies briskly, and the line goes dead.

“Where do you think she’s going?” Lazaro asks curiously.

I study the map in front of me. Where was my little rabbit heading? I imagine that if she wants to hide, she won’t go somewhere obvious, but then again, it could be that she plans on hiding in plain sight. But would she end up heading further north to Denmark, Norway, or Sweden, or go further south towards Spain, Portugal, or even Greece if she wanted to go to the other side of Italy? My gut tells me that she would try to head as far away from our territory as possible, but then again, she’s used to the sunny, warm California coast. It would make sense that she would think of heading south to a warmer climate. But that would put her closer to us, and she must know we have far more people down south. Wouldn’t she?

This was Sienna, though, and she never seems to do anything that I expect. So instead of trying to guess, I go with my gut and reply, “I think she’s going to head south. The Corbyns’ aren’t going to be there this time of the year; it’s still a bit too early in the season.”

Lazaro nods. “Makes sense. Papa will find something, and with the jet, we can beat her there. Are you going to grab her as soon as she’s off the train?”

“She’d probably scream the bloody place down,” I say with a wry twist of my lips. “The less we do to draw attention to ourselves, the better. Once we figure out where she’s going, we’ll track her, careful not to let her see us, then take her from there.”

Lazaro’s mouth pulls into a wicked grin. “Wonder what she’ll throw at you this time?” he muses. “I bet she’ll find something pointy.”

I flip him off, but the thought of going hand to hand with Sienna if she was holding a knife, well, it makes my cock twitch. Would she actually draw blood? Or would she give up when she realized she was no match for someone like me? No matter the training, she’s nowhere near as experienced as I am with any weapon. Still, I find myself hoping she’s going to make me work for it. I want to prove no matter how much she fights me, she’s not going to win. I want her utter surrender.

My phone rings, and I put it on speakerphone as Aurelio’s voice echoes down the line. “We’ve got two probable locations. One is in Barcelona, Spain, and the other is in Monaco.”

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