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ANGEL changed the group name to ‘Little Killers??’

HE-MAN:

?? Stop messing with the group.

SUGARTITS:

Pet, you better start running. We’re catching up.

I drop the phone on Angel’s chest and set off running towards the river. Or at least, what I hope is the river. I’ve lost all sense of my bearings—all the trees look the same. I should have marked them in some way, but it’s too late now. I put the morning sun behind me and keep heading west. I’m bound to hit the river at some point.

And then I can wait. I’ll take them out one by one, and I’ll show them what this Quinn isreallycapable of.

Chapter Twenty-One

Niki

Iwatch the screen as my little rabbit blows me a kiss, and the grin across my face is as wide as the proverbial Cheshire cat. I bet Maxim is fucking pissed that Angel is lying on the ground, out cold. But I think the thing that will piss him off the most is that helikesthe fact that Echo has managed to take out Angel. The guy is a fucking mercenary, and there he is, splayed out on the ground while a pint-sized hellcat licks his face.

I fucking love it, and I can’t wait to make her pay for it. I look at the location on the phone, and even though I know that Echo will leave the phone with Angel so we can find him, it’s the last place she was so I head that way. I’ll leave Maxim to deal with Angel and look at the area she was in. It’s not far from the river, and, if I were her, I know exactly where I’d go next.

I put my phone back in my pocket, falling in love a little bit more with her. I’ve never felt so obsessed with someone. She takes up all my thoughts until every breath I take is to an image of her. I want to possess her. Own her. Fucking carve my name into her skin so she knows she belongs to me.

I pick up the pace to a jog as I head in her last known direction. My heart pumps furiously in my chest with pure excitement and pure fucking need.

I want to shout her name, to put the fear of God into her as I chase her down, but I can’t do that, and I curse the day that Tony Caruso stole my words. Even now, it still makes me angry, and even though there’s nothing I can do about it, I still wish I could kill Tony Caruso all over again.

I slow down as I approach the river, knowing that this is where she’ll most likely be, setting up some kind of hiding place to take us by surprise.

I know she’s here. I can sense her. It’s like my body goes into overdrive as soon as I’m near her. I take a deep breath and hold still for a moment behind a large tree at the edge of the river. The water rushes down its winding path, crashing against rocks, and it’s the only sound for miles.

Then I catch a glimpse of her. Her hair is wild, her makeup smeared under her eyes. She’s fucking beautiful, and for a moment, I watch her step around the tree, completely oblivious to my existence.

She steps closer. And closer. And still, she doesn’t sense me. Her head is on a swivel, looking around the trees as she walks closer to the river, but she doesn’t see me until it’s too late.

I grab her shoulder and slam her backwards into the trunk of the thick tree. My hand slams over her mouth to stop her scream, and there's a wildness in her eyes that sets my pulse racing. I take a moment to wonder if Maxim has a way to monitor my pulse. Does he know how fast my heart is beating? Does it excite him? Does it turn him on?

Maybe I should suggest it to him when we all get back to the house. I think I like the idea that my excitement turns him on, and I want to see how far that particular thing goes.

Echo stares at me for a fraction of a second, her eyes wide and fear burning brightly. I notice the moment her survival instincts kick in. Her pupils dilate, and she takes a deep breath through her nose. This woman isn’t going down without a fight, and I am fucking here for that.

I pull the knife from its sheath at my hip and place the tip against her throat. Her breaths are uneasy, but that beautiful glaze falling over her eyes tells me how much she’s really enjoying this.

I step backwards and pull my hand from her mouth. “Run, little rabbit. Run.”

I hope she runs. God, my cock is tenting my pants just thinking about her running away from me. She smiles uneasily as she looks from me to over her shoulder. She’s so close to the river, so close to freedom, that I bet she can taste it like a visceral thing.

She takes one last look at me and then spins on her heel and runs. Fuck, she’s fast.

I count to ten, fifteen, twenty before I take off after her. She’s a lot faster than I thought, and I can’t help but admire that.

Her head snaps over her shoulder, her gaze colliding with mine as I get closer to her. I need to pick up my pace to catch her, but all too soon, my hand fists in her long red hair.

She yelps as I tug her backwards, and she loses her footing, falling to her hands and knees. She immediately starts crawling, scrambling to get away from me, but I’m not going to let that happen.

I grab her ankle, loving her scream as I pull her towards me. She uses her free foot to try and kick my face, but I miss her foot every time. She’s tired, and she’s starting to become careless. I crawl over her body, pinning her to the dirt by the nape of her neck. She slaps wildly and kicks her feet, but it’s useless.

I rip her panties off and stuff them in my pocket, my prize for later. She bucks and squirms, but I don’t let up. I grind my erection down into her ass, and God, I want to sink into that tight heat. I want to know how wet she is for me. How much she enjoys being chased and hunted. I want to sink my cock into her and fuck her cunt until she screams and squirts all over my dick. I don’t know if she’s a squirter, but I’ll make her fucking squirt for me.

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