“Something to say?” I enquire casually.
“Nina, don’t—” Aaron tries to stop her.
“It was me,” she says desperately, leaning forwards, begging me. “Please don’t do anything to Aaron.”
“Good girl.” I give her a small smile and holster my weapon. “I won’t harm your brother for his mistake.” I was never going to, though she doesn’t know that. “But I expect you to come with me.”
It’s not a direct threat, or a deal, anymore than the gun was. But I want her in my house, and in my arms, and this is the most efficient way of achieving that.
“Okay,” she replies in a soft voice. But she’s not really scared. There’s excitement bubbling right under the surface. The fear has got her adrenaline pumping.
“Nina, you can’t!” Aaron grips his sister’s arm. “I’ll?—”
“Excellent.” I stand in one smooth movement. “Nina, get your stuff. We’re leaving.”
“Get what stuff?” Nina asks, brow furrowed.
“I thought you’d appreciate the opportunity to pick up a few items. You’ll be staying fora while.” Forever. But no need to mention that.
“My blackmailer is giving me time to pack?” she says in disbelief.
“Exactly. You can bring anything you want with you. And any of my presents you like.” I sweep my hand towards the doors I assume lead to bedrooms. “Now.”
“Please,” Aaron begs. “She’s innocent!”
“Maybe, but not for long.”
He looks stricken.
It’s a provocative comment. I should be kinder to poor Aaron.
On the one hand, he fucked up, and he’s immeasurably lucky he’s alive, and all I’m doing is scaring him a bit. On the other, he’s the reason I found Nina. My bunny. The love of my life.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take excellent care of your sister,” I assure him.
Nina squeezes her brother’s hand, then pushes to her feet, like she’s as keen for us to be alone as I am.
Or, more likely, she’s thinking of the gun in her room. And the ammo. I’m almost certain she has no idea how to use it. And if she does, well, that’ll add to the fun.
Besides, I could overpower her in about half a second.
She sashays into her bedroom, and I can’t help but smile at her courage.
“You might not like the options of what I bring,” she says with obviously faux confidence.
Leaning against the doorframe, I watch as she pulls the boxes I gave her from beneath her bed. Where she’d hidden them? “I can take anything you’ve got.”
“You haven’t seen my collection of dildos.” Her chin tilts up.
“I’m not afraid of those. And you know why.” I’m well endowed both in my cock and skill with my tongue. “But you should bring the toy I bought for you.”
“That’s no way to talk about guns,” she quips as she picks up the custom-made pistol I gave her, and bites her lip.
“That’s not what you really want to bring.” I raise my eyebrows in challenge.
“I dunno, this is kidnap.” She turns the weapon over in her hands.
“Abduction. Or payment. A date.” I shrug. I keep my gaze on her. “Claiming what’s mine. I don’t care what you call it, Bunny.”
