Page 2 of Drama Queen

I take in the woman in front of me. She can’t be more than five foot, but that’s well over a whole foot shorter than me. Her green eyes are wide with fear, as they fucking should be, and her mouth, which I notice would look impressive around my cock, forms a little ‘o’ in disbelief.

I take my phone out and go to message Niki but stop. Fuck. 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. Code 2.

Niki:

thumbs up and gun emoji.

Good. He can scare her a little. The guy never said a word, thanks to a run in with a blade to his throat, and he was a cruel bastard. That’s why he was my hitman and general torturer. Although I did like to dabble in that when I wanted to. Like whenit was personal. Perhaps I’ll steal this little hellcat and torture her. She certainly deserves it for this.

“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.

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

The urge to punish her is strong. My hand clenches at my side as I restrain myself from unleashing a whole lot of pain on her pert little ass.

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.

“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.

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.

“You won’t get away with this.”

“Doll,” I say with a chuckle, “I run this city. I can get away withanything.”

Niki tightens his grip on the zip ties and judging by the feral glint in his eye, he’s ready to chase. Poor girl won’t know what’s hit her. The guy is as tall as me but broader, with thick muscles and a wide chest and he likes to play with his food.

Hmm, maybe I should tell Niki to stand down. I don’t want to kill the girl…

Fuck it. She broke my goddamn nose.

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