Page 11 of Run, Little Rabbit (Blood & Bonds #1)

Chapter Ten

Niki

M axim gives me the signal, and I lunge forwards toward the pretty girl.

She’s all legs and curves and clearly has a mean streak judging by the state of Maxim’s nose.

I wish I’d seen it. The sight of him covered in blood does something to my insides, and I’m not sure what to make of it.

But that’s a thought for later. For after I’ve caught the pretty little rabbit.

She stands there for a minute, frozen, and my heart rate kicks up a notch.

Such a pretty little rabbit. Shiny red waves, the colour of burning embers, tumble over her shoulders and down her back.

For a moment, I get lost in the lines of her face.

Thick black eyelashes, deep green eyes, heart shaped face and a pert little nose with a dusting of freckles across the bridge.

I have a sudden urge to pin her down and count them. Will it be like counting the stars?

“Might want to run, princess,” Maxim shouts from behind me, and it jolts me from my little daydream. It also jolts her into action, her body reacting quickly and, surprisingly, effectively.

She turns on those killer heels and starts to run down the corridor.

“Help!” She screams.

Silly little rabbit. There’s nobody coming to rescue her. I made sure of that. I’ve pulled all the guards back and set up a perimeter. When Maxim sent me that Code 2 message, I immediately cordoned off this section of the club. No one in or out apart from me and Maxim.

I wasn’t expecting to find him nursing a broken nose and this tiny woman staring at him in disbelief.

I’m glad he told me to chase her.

The fact that she punched the head of the Mafia did things to my dick.

She darts around the corner, and I have to kick it up a gear to keep up with her. She’s fast, even in those stilettos.

But not fast enough.

I grab her arm and propel her into the wall. She throws her elbow back, connecting with my ribs.

Cheeky fucker.

I narrowly miss the sharp heel of her shoe as she tries to kick backwards. I cage her against the wall, pinning her arms into the small of her back. Her curvy ass rubs against me, and I have the sudden urge to grind my hips into hers.

She throws her head back, and a sharp pain slices across my jaw. My tongue slides against the inside of my cheek, and I taste the metallic tang of blood. She wriggles out of my hold, using her own body weight and my momentum to break free.

Interesting…

There’s more to this little rabbit than meets the eye.

“Enough of the foreplay, Nikita,” Maxim drawls behind me. “Capture her.”

I salute him with my middle finger over my shoulder and spit out a mouthful of blood. This hellion got me good.

I charge after her again, catching up with her easily. She should have dumped the shoes, but they’re probably a prized possession. They certainly look like they’re expensive. Bright red soles, encrusted in glitter and with at least a five-inch heel.

What I wouldn’t give to see her in them, and only them.

Concentrate, Niki…

She pulls her phone out and speed dials someone. “Veon, code red. Code—”

I slam into her back, knocking her phone out of her hand, and it clatters to the floor. There’s some guy yelling on the other end of the line, but I’m too wrapped up in wrangling this woman into some restraints to pay him any attention.

“Get off me, you animal!” She seethes, bucking against my hold, but her tiny frame is no match for me.

I fasten the zip ties around her wrists, loving the delightful little gasp that escapes her mouth.

She continues to buck against my hold, but it’s starting to piss me off. I press against her, squashing her between my chest and the wall. She feels so small beneath me. So fragile. So breakable .

A groan tries to escape my throat, but it’s nothing more than a rasp of breath. Losing my voice had been devastating. I’d lost a sense of who I was, and communicating became nearly impossible. I learnt to sign, but sometimes, the loss of my voice still feels debilitating.

I pat down her sides, making sure she isn’t hiding any weapons.

“Get your filthy hands off me, you heathen.” She thrashes beneath me, trying to wriggle her body away from my grasp. “This dress is worth a fucking fortune, and I will not have you ruin it.”

I snort and roll my eyes. Spoilt little rich girl.

What the fuck is Maxim getting us into with this one?

I mean, the dress is fucking sinful, and it’s short enough that I can almost see the globes of her ass, but it’s covered in silver sequins and gems. Probably hand sewn on by silent nuns in some backwater part of the world or some shit.

“Untie me right now, you brute.”

Well, that isn’t going to happen. I pull the duct tape out of my pocket and rip a piece off with my teeth.

I press even harder against her so she can’t move, then I grip her chin and force her head backwards before slapping the duct tape across those luscious lips.

Her eyes are wide, and I can feel her pulse throbbing in her neck.

God, she smells so fucking good. I press my nose against the top of her head and breathe deeply.

She squirms and makes noises behind the tape. Such beautiful little whimpers and mewls, and I suddenly want to hear what she sounds like with my cock buried at the back of her throat.

I trace my tongue behind her ear and fuck, that was a mistake. She tastes sweet, like candied apples and a musk that’s all her. A tang that hits my tongue, and I wonder if her pussy is going to taste the same.

She whimpers again, but I don’t think it’s in fear.

Interesting…

“Stop playing with your food,” Maxim chuckles as he bends down to pick up the phone she dropped. He puts it to his ear and smirks. “I’m sorry, but your girl can’t come to the phone right now. She’s a little tied up.”

He listens to the other guy for a few moments, his smile wide and wolfish. I’m curious to know what’s being said, but I can’t hear more than a faint muffle.

He ends the call, drops the phone to the floor and slams it beneath his foot.

The little hellion is scowling and glaring daggers at him. She looks as mad as all hell, which is interesting. I would have thought she’d be terrified, but she just looks… annoyed. Who is this woman?

Maxim shoves the remains of her phone in his pocket and then pulls her from my grasp.

“ Give her back ,” I sign rapidly, but he just laughs and drags her behind him as he heads towards the exit.

Fucking asshole.

I huff but follow, like an obedient dog.

Sometimes, I really want to gut the guy.

I don’t care if he’s the boss; there are times when he can be a right prick.

I caught her, so she’s mine. I want her.

My fingers itch to wrap in her hair so I can breathe her scent deep into my lungs until every breath I take is tainted with her.

I don’t understand it; I don’t need to. All I need to know is that she affects me in ways no one ever has before.

I’ve always been driven by need and impulsivity.

If I see something I want, I take it. It’s as easy as that.

And I want her .

With every dark fibre of my being, I want to possess my little rabbit.

Maxim throws her over his shoulder as he leaves the building, with no care in the world that someone might see him kidnapping someone.

He doesn’t need to care. He was right when he said he could get away with anything.

For Maxim, it was always about shaking the right hands and breaking the wrong ones.

If you looked after him, Maxim Volkov looked after you.

Either with money, support, or a favour when you needed it.

But pity the fool who ever turned their back on him; he wouldn’t just make them disappear.

He’d torture them, gut them and then string them up somewhere for the world to see.

Fucking mediaeval bastard, but it always worked as a deterrent for the next guy who was having second thoughts.

He shoves the woman in the boot of his sleek black sedan, slamming the trunk down with a sharp snap.

I scowl at him. “ You don’t need to put her in the trunk, Maxim.”

“On the contrary,” he says with a deep scowl, wiping more blood from his face. “I absolutely fucking do.”

His nose is still bleeding a bit but nowhere near as badly as before.

“ I hope it hurts when Angel rebreaks your nose. ” And I hope I get to fucking watch.