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“Aht-aht.” He’s not playing. This is why he wants me to run. And jut like the Pavlov effect, my body responds. Shaking my head, I squirm.

“Run, little songbird.” His eyes dip. He leans into me and I feel his heavy dick pressing into me.

“I told you what would happen if you ran from me. I tried to be the good guy when I gave you my name, but now I see you want to be treated like a little slut who likes to run from her man. Now I’ve caught you, sparrow. You’ve left me no choice but to treat you like the little whore that you are.”

Ohmygoodness.

“Run, lil’motherfucker. Run for your fucking life. Because when I catch you. I’m breaking you.” His hand drops and he steps back.

Eyes full of promise and retribution are the last thing I notice before I turn running, knowing I’d have a better chance with the wild animals than the man whose heart I broke.

Chapter Twenty-Two

RUN LIL’MOTHERFUCKER

HASSAN

Iwatch my little menace run. A smile spreads across my face despite my fury. For the first time since that night I thought my world was over, I feel at ease.

She fucked up, thinking to leave me. I’ve heard all the excuses as Ghad, FADE and even Sadiq tried to plead her case. How it looked. I don’t give a fuck. She took me inside her body. She knows my soul. I’ve bared it to her.

Thinking those first twenty-four hours she and Ayaan were dead were enough to make me kill myself. It wasn’t until I got the footage of them taking her did I realize she’d been taken. Then I waited for a ransom demand. When none came, it knew it was some sort of so-called rescue. Prosper Shipmoore is out of commission, so I reached out to FADE to see who cared about Lyric enough to foolishly try to take her from me. He put Ghad and Hisashi Takeda on the case and they discovered the intricate plan that made it look like I put a hit on my wife and kid. Though I don’t know who the culprit is, I found out who took the job. My old friends from the Savalle Syndicate. I would never guess theywould take the job, though the amount of three hundred million was enough for them to forego their rule of no women and kids.

Now I find my wife not only safely ensconced in one of their compounds, but being pampered. This is more than a crush. One of these motherfuckers is in love with her. I came here to kill either Nikko or Oz’s ass, then fuck her in their blood as they bled out while either or both of them still twitched.

They did the smart thing leaving, but they will pay for inferring in my family’s business.

My watch chimes. “Times up, Sparrow.” Calling out into the night, I slip on my night vision goggles.

Tracking her is so easy. A natural hunter, our father trained us with the Bedouins, then the Gendarmerie and our palace secret forces.

She never had a chance, not then, not now. My shit gets hard just thinking about how I’m going to punish her.

The scent of the vanilla rose is quick to pick up. The sweet southern scent is not common in Western Cape’s earthiness. It’s too delicate, just like her.

I don’t let her supposed softness fool me. She’s a powerful woman in her own right. I was foolish to believe because she gave herself to me she wouldn’t unsheathe her ruthlessness and eviscerate my soul. She did. Now I will have recompense with every inch of her body.

She’s clever. I smile, pulling out the wrap she tucked into a brush. Bring it to my face as I inhale.

“Fuck,” I groan, burying my face in the scent of the body butter and that which is uniquely her.

Casting my gaze to the ground, I notice her footprints. Using the quietness learned from my various training — Bedouins know how to track without leaving footprints in the sand or make noises to startle desert animals they need to sustain theirtribes. Drawing back on that knowledge, I follow those little feet as they lead me deeper in Oz’s managerie.

Glowing eyes of Oz’s pet jaguar, Onyx meets mine as it lazily snacks on a gazelle high in a branch.

She passed this way, not even noticing him until too late from what I can tell by the way her foot prints dart with a heavier impression on the right heel as she switched direction.

“Little idiot.” I mutter, promising I’ll teach her about taking care in an unfamiliar country after disciplining her for leaving me in the first place.

An amalgamation of lust and fury spur me onward. Her scent teases me with each step I take closer to her.

I almost pass her. Good girl, she hid herself well. Circling back I wait for her to come back in the opposite direction.

“Got you.” I say over the high-pitched screech as she runs right into me.

Her heart is beating out of her chest. The little piece of nothing she has on is clinging to every inch of her plump body from her exertions. Nipples budded and hard like diamonds pierce the fabric. My mouth waters, my dick firms pressing hard against my pants.

“Let me go.” She pants but her pupils are blown. She wants this. Maybe even needs it.

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