Page 17 of Run, Little Rabbit

“Serves you right,” I reply with a grin. “You shouldn’t have sat in my chair.”

“Asshole,” he mutters under his breath.

“I heard that.”

He laughs softly but removes his delectable ass from my chair. “Did you deal with your problem?”

“Yes and no. Alex is dead, but I still don’t have all the answers.”

“And let me guess,” he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the door that leads into the balcony of the VIP area. “You’ve left Niki dealing with the body?”

I nod and follow him out into the club. As soon as he opens the door, music assaults my ears, and it takes a minute for me to adjust. The thud of the beat vibrates through the floor, shaking my bones and making my heart lurch rhythmically in my chest.

A grin splits Angel’s face, and I can almost forgive the loudness of the music when I see him so happy. He throws his head back and immediately starts shaking his ass seductively, rolling his hips back against mine and dancing in a way that makes me want to sayfuck the dancing.

Jesus, he brings out the animal in me. Especially when he looks at me with that dangerous glint of mischief in his eyes. Iwant nothing more than to chain him up and do unspeakable things to him until he’s screaming my name with a bite of pain and a whole lot of pleasure.

I wrap my arms around his waist and lock my hips against his, moving with him as we surrender to the beat and to the feel of each other.

We dance like that for a while, people moving and swaying with us, bodies coated in sweat, gyrating and grinding and looking like the place is one step away from turning into a fucking orgy.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and see a text from my favourite thug.

NIKI:

Package delivered.

I smile, and a little thrill of delight zips through me. I really wish I could see the look on their faces when they open the box. I bet Niki put a lovely bow on it and everything.

I was about to put my phone back in my pocket when another text came through from Lev, the man responsible for keeping my product safe.

LEV:

We’ve got a problem. Can you talk?

What the fuck was happening now? I’d already dealt with one traitor today; I wasn’t in the mood to deal with another one.

“I need a drink,” Angel shouts in my ear. His body is covered in a glistening sheen of sweat.

I lick my way up his neck, enjoying the salty taste of him. I rest my mouth by his ear, loving the way he shivers as my lips caress his skin. “You stay. I’ll get one on the way back. I just need to make a call.”

“Boo!” he shouts. “Party pooper!”

“Angel, be good, or there will be consequences.”

He smirks and shimmies his way deeper into the crowd on the dancefloor. “I’m counting on it!”

I go to reply, but the swarth of bodies pulls him into their grasp, and he disappears from my view. I’d have to deal with that later, but right now, I needed to sort out whatever disaster was occurring with Lev.

I cut back through the VIP balcony and place my thumb on the digital pad to open the door to my office. As soon as the door shuts behind me, the sound immediately dissipates. There’s a weird ringing in my ears at the absence of the thudding bassline, and it takes a moment for me to adjust to the quietness. The music still filters through speakers in the office, but it's background noise.

I clock Angel dancing in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by people. I know he can handle himself, but it makes me uncomfortable seeing all those people so close to him. He’smine,and I’ll cut off the hands of anyone who thinks they can fucking touch him.

I watch as a bear of a guy sidles up behind Angel and places his hands on his waist. I see instant red as a lurch of aggression seizes my body.

Come on, Angel. Don’t make me go down there.

Angel grabs the guy’s hand and spins him until the bear’s arm is twisted behind his back. My Angel might look celestial, but the man can bring you to your knees like the Devil. He just plays pliant for me, and that’s like catnip to my soul. That this lethal man is soft only for me.

---