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Without thinking, she grabbed the band and yanked up as hard as she could. The Viking cursed, and not in Old Norse, either. He spun around so quickly that she had to wrap her arms around his middle to avoid falling as she slid from his shoulder. Landing on her feet, she dashed back to the study, barely missing his hands as he grabbed for her, still cursing.

Movement caught her attention as a small dark object slipped free from the waistband of his cargo pants. Before she could respond, the loudest gunshot she’d ever heard ricocheted through the hall. Covering her ears, Lovie screamed and dropped to the floor.

Her heart pounded in her chest, racing so fast she feared shewas having a heart attack. A handgun rested on the floor between them, and a hole punctured the hallway’s baseboard.

Lovelyn could feel all the color drain from her face, and that was saying something since she’d just been hanging upside down.

What had she done? How could she not have noticed he had a gun lodged in the waistband of his pants? The Viking could have been shot. Or Zane. Where had he said Zane was? She had to make sure he was all right.

How had this gone so wrong? All she wanted was a few more minutes with the documents. Then she could have all made her getaway. It had been a good plan. How had it spiraled down to the point where her ears were ringing because she had almost killed two people?

Lovie's world righted itself as the Viking lifted her from the floor. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she attempted to run, but she wasn’t quick enough. He scowled down at her, every inch of him a Viking warrior prepared for battle.

Doing her best to control her breathing so she wouldn’t hyperventilate, she attempted to apologize, but her words refused to cooperate. Nothing could get past the huge lump blocking her throat.

She wanted to explain what had happened, to try and tell the angry giant how sorry she was for wedgying him. It had seemed like such a good idea when she thought of it, but it hadn’t turned out well at all.

The giant glowered at her, fierce and threatening. Her heartbeat, which had hammered in her chest since he’d snuck up on her, drifted downward and settled between her thighs.

He bellowed at her. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have been shot.”

Suddenly, another Viking joined them, not as tall but with a bushy, thick beard and the same scowling face. The man stood by her Viking’s side.

Without taking his eyes off her, her Viking spoke to his fellow warrior. “You grab Zane and get him to Bones, bossman. I got this one.”

Her Viking told the other man to take her brother, whom she hadn’t seen in four years, away before she'd even had a chance to talk to him or even see him. Then it happened, and it was all her Viking’s fault for being so scary.

Before she could stop herself, she smacked her Viking on the nose and yelled, “Bad Viking!”

Lovie almost laughed at the shock on his face. But then, his shock transformed into a scowl. Only this time, it was even more terrifying. Hmm. She’d made her point, so there was no need to linger. She turned and ran back toward the office they’d just vacated.

Yes, it was the wrong direction to see Zane, if he was really here, but it was away from the Viking. She’d figure out how to reach Zane once she had her backpack. Hopefully, she could get to her brother and get them both to safety before the Vikings caught them.

Zane was the only real family she had. He meant everything to her, and she'd never regretted the choices she made to keep them close. But it was hard. More than ever, she wished she had a strong Daddy like the ones she read about who could care for both her and her brother. If her brother was still speaking to her, that was. Four years was a long time.

A picture of the Viking flashed through her head. He was strong and brave. Even if he wasn’t very good at choosing where to stash his gun, he could be a good protector.

And fantastic between the sheets, I’d bet.

Argh! Her inner voice struck again. Factually accurate, but no sense of timing. Bonus points for excellent taste, though. And, yes, she knew she was talking to and about herself. Who else was she supposed to talk to when her stuffies weren’t available?

Not that it mattered, as the Viking didn’t care for her much. He’d never want to be her Daddy. She couldn’t even blame him. Stifling a groan as she dashed across the office to grab her backpack, she then noticed that some of the papers had slid out of the fireplace and were unburned.

CHAPTER 4

What the hell just happened? It couldn't have been that Lovelyn smacked his nose like he was a naughty puppy and called him a bad Viking - in front of his brother and boss.

As she raced away from him down the hall and back into the office they’d just left, everything in him shifted. The Little fairy cat didn’t know it, but when he chased Little girls, he wasn’t like other Daddies. He didn’t get angry. No, that wasn’t anger stirring his cock to attention. Everything in him wanted, no, needed, to chase down the little fairy cat and teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget in ways more deliciously wicked than she could imagine.

Reid’s howls of laughter yanked him back to the present. “Amusing as that was, and don’t get me wrong, that was hilarious, we don’t have time for this shit.”

Law kept his eye on the enticingly bouncing backside as it moved away from him. “I understand. You grab Zane and get him to Bones. He’s roughed up pretty good. I’ll grab the sister and be right behind you.”

“Fucking assholes,” Reid snarled, then made his way to the conference room.

Law followed Lovelyn at a steady pace, one that wouldn’t draw attention. Did she really believe for even a second that she could escape him? Not in a million years. He was born for the chase. It was the reason he didn’t have a Little of his own and never would. Littles wanted to be pampered, teased, and coddled. He could do that. He fucking loved doing that.

The problem was he loved to do other things, as well. He loved games- darker, wicked games that no Little would stand for, let alone love. Especially with a man who looked like him.

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