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Hold on, Little Bunny. We’re coming for you.

Chapter Thirty-One

Cove

The moment my eyes open, I get an overwhelming sense of deja vu.

Slowly, I blink my eyes open, trying to get them to focus. My mouth feels dry, my body stiff, and my head hurts.

It takes a moment for me to realize that I’m not in my own bed, and that this isn't my room.

“Fuck!” I bolt up into a seated position as the events from earlier come flooding back. Instantly, I’m on high alert. A wave of nausea crashes into me, and I have to close my eyes for a second before I puke all over this bed.

“Want some water?” a male voice asks, which has my eyes flying open. My head snaps to the side where I see a man sitting in a chair in the corner.

He grabs the bottle of water on the table next to him and stands. He’s older, maybe pushing early forties. He’s dressed in black dress pants and a dress shirt with the first few buttons undone.

If I had to guess, this must be Rafe.

At that realization, I glare at him. “Is this going to be drugged?” I snap.

He raises a brow. “No. It’s not even open. Check for yourself.” He tosses me the bottle of water. I catch it, but don’t bother opening it.

“Suit yourself.” He shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Look, I’ve been here and done this before. And I’m not playing this game again,” I sneer.

“Excuse me?” His brow furrows.

“The whole kidnapping thing. It’s old news. Not a fan.” I mean, maybe I was the first time around, but I sure as fuck am not now. “I’m not looking to add to my harem, thanks. It’s full. You can let me go now.”

“Harem...” he repeats slowly, wrinkling his nose as if that’s the most disgusting thing he’s heard of. “God no. It’s not like that. Trust me.”

“You gay or something?” I cock a brow.

His eyes widen as he splutters. “What? No,” he scoffs.

“I mean, it’s cool if you are.” I shrug.

He closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath. “I’m not gay.”

“Then why did you look like the idea of being with me turned you off?” I narrow my eyes. “I’m a fucking delight, thank you very much.”

I might be sassy as fuck right now, but I’m running on pure anger and frustration. I remember what the kidnappers said: Rafe doesn’t want me harmed. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn't be the one to harm me himself. Still, I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut.

“Clearly,” he drolls. “And it is a turn-off because you’re my sister. That’s just gross.”

My head rears back, and I take a moment to wonder if I heard him right. “I’m sorry. You’re what?”

“This is not how I thought our meeting for the first time would go,” he sighs heavily, as if I’m the one inconveniencing him. He kidnapped me, hello!

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on or what you want with me, but you made a big mistake.”

“Did I?” He narrows his eyes. “Because the way I see it, I just saved my little sister from the hands of three batshit crazy men.”

“And how would you know they’re crazy?” I narrow my eyes right back at him.

“Because they killed all my men!” He throws his arms up.