Page 22 of Run, Little Rabbit

There is no way I am buying the whole ‘I got lost’ story she was spouting. This corridor is hidden at the back of the building and away from where the main crowds are. You don’t just ‘stumble’ across it.

I take my phone out and go to message Niki but stop. He’s not going to let me live this down. I groan. None of my brothers are, but what choice do I have?

Me:

Come to me. Now. Back corridor.

Niki:

????

Good. He can scare her a little.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she mutters with a nervous laugh.

“You’re going to regret this,” I say with a feral grin, not that she can see it because my mouth is hidden behind the handkerchief coated in my own damn blood.

She cocks her head, her eyes bright with amusement. “You know, it would be more intimidating if your words weren’t muffled.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be an issue if you hadn’t broken my nose.”

She snorts and shrugs her shoulders. “Shouldn’t have laughed at me.”

A scowl pulls at my eyebrows. “You punch everyone who laughs at you?”

“Nope. Just the ones wearing masks and being assholes.” She folds her arms across her chest, and there’s a menacing glint in her green eyes as she tries to stare me down. It doesn’t move me. It’ll take more than that to intimidate me.

“Lucky me.”

The urge to punish her takes hold of me with an obsession I haven’t felt in a long time. My hand clenches at my side as I restrain myself from unleashing a whole lot of pain on her pert ass. I’ve only known her for mere minutes and can tell she’s a bratty little princess. No doubt used to getting her own way at the expense of other people. Well, I’m not ‘other people’ and she’s pissed off the wrong guy.

Footsteps round the corner and come thundering down the corridor. I turn to see Niki grind to a halt at the sight of me, calculating the risks.

I point at the woman. “Bring her.”

Niki cocks his head, his eyebrow raised. There’s an amused glint in those eyes of his, and it just turns the furnace of my anger up higher.

“Don’t question me; just do it,” I snarl, sick and tired of people thinking they can get away with shit.

He huffs a breath, which is the closest the guy gets to laughing, but he does as I say and approaches the seething spitfire cautiously. Wise man.

“What are you doing?” she says as she takes a step backwards, suddenly realising I mean fucking business. I don’t care who she is; that dress she’s in is couture. She comes from money and I’m going to make her pay for what she’s done. If I can teach her a lesson or two along the way as well, it’s a fucking bonus.

Niki pulls some duct tape and zip ties from one of his many pockets on his black cargo pants. To this day, I still don’t know what he keeps in them all, but he always seems to have what he needs.

“No, don’t. Please.” She takes one look at me, and I know she’s going to run. Just that look of fear has my heart racing and dick pressing against the zip of my trousers.

I wipe my face and tuck my handkerchief back into my pocket. “Are you going to run, princess?”

Her eyes are frantic as they flick between Niki and me. Her chest heaves as she takes another step backwards.

There’s a moment of silence. Of resignation. She knows she’s not going to escape, but she’s going to try anyway.

She takes another step. “My friends—”

“Will be taken care of,” I interrupt. “They won’t know you’re missing until at least tomorrow evening.”

She’s probably got her phone on her, tucked in the little bag dangling by the curve of her hip.

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