Page 16 of Run, Little Rabbit

The door slams open, and Niki walks in, a smirk on his mouth and fire in his eyes.

“What do you want to do with the body?”he signs.

Niki lost his ability to speak after a run-in with an Italian mobster a decade ago. A nasty scar remains across his throat where Tony Caruso dragged a blade across it, but Niki survived. He might have lost his voice, but he didn’t lose anything that made him the ruthless killer that he is. Poor Tony Caruso didn’t stand a chance when Niki sought revenge.

“Cut off his head and send it in a box to the twins.”

“And the rest of him?”

“I don’t care. Do what you want.”

The grin that splits his face unsettles me, and I shiver a little. Only Niki has ever had that effect on me, and I’m not entirely sure why. It’s probably the fact that he’s a diagnosed psychopath who doesn’t feel a modicum of empathy, has no regret and is driven by his wants and no one else’s. The guy is a loose cannon who could go off at any time and leave pure destruction in his wake.

Orit could be because I know he likes to watch me and my Angel in our bedroom.

I know he’s placed cameras in my bedroom, and I suspect he knows that I know, but neither of us has mentioned it. There’s something a little unnerving about that, but there’s a little thrill that runs through me every time I go to bed with Angel. I always wonder if Niki is sitting there behind a computer screen watching as I rail Angel’s ass.

The big question though, is whether Niki will ever do anything about it, or will he only ever just watch?

“Leave it to me, boss. I’ll sort it.”

“Good. I’ve got a club to open.”

Aurum is a hive of activity by the time I get there. I left Niki carving up the body in my basement, and I’m almost disappointed that I won’t see the look on the twins' faces when they get their gift. Serves them fucking right. We’d lived in a somewhat peaceful harmony for the past decade, but I guess Rory Quinn has decided he’s not happy with what he’s got. He is an arrogant asshat, and his sons are a pair of sadistic thugs. They have no class, no finesse. Not like me. I am the assassin you don’t see coming, the shadow in the night, the wolf stalking his prey.

Don’t misunderstand me; I can be brutal if I want to be—poor Alex can attest to that—I just prefer to make my targets squirm and destroy them slowly.

I pull my leather gloves on and straighten the stupid mask Angel made me wear. This whole theme night was his idea, and I hated to admit it, but it certainly drew in the crowds. There’s a queue to get in, and people paid a pretty penny for the VIP tickets. We’ve got some hotshot DJ playing for the evening, andhe’s feeding some electronic music through the sound system that just sounds like noise to me. How anyone considers this chaos music is beyond me.

I throw open the door to my office. Thankfully, it’s a lot quieter back here. A large floor-to-ceiling glass window spans one wall, overlooking the VIP area and dance floor below. I can hear the music through much quieter speakers up here, but it still sounds like shit spewed from a computer. I much prefer something dark and seductive with lyrics I could sing along to.

“Well, hello, handsome,” a low voice croons from the chair behind my desk.

Angel sits there wearing an open leather vest and the tightest leather trousers I’ve ever seen. He’s got his ankles crossed and propped up on my desk, and he’s leaning lazily back in my chair like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

Or like he doesn’t think I’m going to punish his ass for taking liberties.

“You shouldn’t be sitting there,” I say as I stalk towards him.

His eyes glimmer in the low lighting, mischief sparking in their blue depths. “Oh? But my legs were tired, and I was just resting for a few minutes while I waited for you.”

“Angel.” I warn, swiping his feet off my desk.

He grins wide and rolls his bottom lip between his teeth. “Yes, my love?”

I wrap my fingers into the collar that sits around his throat and pull it tighter. His eyes flutter, and a breathy moan slips past his lips.

“Stop being a brat.”

“But you love it.” He leans towards me, his breath ghosting across my lips.

“Hmm, you’re definitely my weakness.” I press my lips against his in a soft kiss. Angel sighs deeply, as if my touch is a relief, and it sets my soul on fire. I slide my other hand along his jaw andinto the soft golden curls, twisting my fingers into the strands until Angel hisses. Fuck, I love that sound. That sharp exhale of air followed by a soft moan has my dick hardening in my pants.

I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, and the moment his mouth opens, I thrust my tongue deep into it, sliding along his. Angel fists his hands into my shirt in an effort to pull me closer, but he’s not going to get what he wants.

I pull back and grin at his whimper. “That’s all you’re getting, love.”

“I hate you,” he groans and adjusts himself in his very tight trousers. I bet he’s regretting that choice right now.

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