Little Villain

By Golden Angel

Chaotica knows just how crazy villain life can be. After all, she's the evil Little to the city's biggest baddie. But the passion she and her diabolical Daddy used to share is disappearing faster than the loot from their last heist.

When she's captured by the vigilante Pluto, Chaotica begins to unravel. This unexpected champion of good makes all the right moves, and Chaotica is weak to resist him. Is he using her desire for a Daddy who cares to manipulate her into talking? Or is it possible that she's been playing for the wrong team all along?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Golden Angel
• Release date: Nov 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005016920

Golden Angel

Golden Angel is a USA Today best-selling author, Amazon Top 50 bestselling author, and self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.She believes the world is a better place when there's a little magic in it.Sign up to be part of the Golden Angel Legion newsletter and receive a free story, exclusive to newsletter subscribers - https://www.subscribepage.com/goldenangelromanceFind Her Online!Newsletter → https://www.subscribepage.com/goldenangelromanceBookBub → http://bit.ly/2G68e3OFacebook → http://bit.ly/2Ds7c0eGoodreads → http://bit.ly/2rt4rdLInstagram → http://bit.ly/2CkqiqZTwitter → https://bit.ly/38ImcYkWebsite → http://www.goldenangelromance.com

Book preview

1

Ooooo sparkly!

So many sparkles. She laughed wildly, thrusting her hands into the jewelry cases and pulling out all the pretty shiny things. 

Chaotica! Big Daddy's gruff, no-nonsense tone made her sigh. 

He never let her have any fun anymore. 

Still. She kept trying.

Look, Big Daddy, she said, turning around to show him her glittering prizes. They're so pretty! A glimmering kaleidoscope of jewels heaped in her hands. They made her want to run to a mirror so she could deck herself out and see all of that brilliant shimmer draped around her neck and from her wrists and ears. Maybe she could even find a tiara! 

Big Daddy just glared at her, not even looking at the bounty she was holding up. We're not here to play, girl, and you could have set off an alarm. Be more careful and get to work. 

Sagging, disappointed, Chaotica turned back to the case she was in front of and pulled out the bag hanging from her belt so that she could fill it. Sniffling a little, she started putting the sparklies in. 

When she'd first met Big Daddy, almost a year ago, she'd been sure it was kismet. He was the biggest, baddest supervillain in Haden City and she'd been small fry compared to him. Unlike Big Daddy, she'd been stealing for money to eat, to live. No one had wanted to her hire when she'd gone job hunting, despite her degree. Unfortunately, there were too many people and too few jobs in the city. 

But there were also less legal opportunities. 

For a while she'd managed on her own, only taking what she needed, keeping to herself and keeping out of jail, but then she'd met Big Daddy. He'd come into the bank where she kept her meager account while she was there and robbed the place, grabbing her to use as a hostage to cover his escape when the cops showed up. 

Instead of letting her go, though, she'd begged him to take her with him. 

Ever since then she hadn't had to worry about food or clothes or a roof over her head... Big Daddy provided her with everything she needed. More than. She had everything she'd ever wanted. In return, she did whatever he wanted. But lately it seemed like he was getting tired of her. 

She sniffled, morosely dumping all the shinies into her bag. It was a good haul, but she couldn't enjoy it. 

Was Big Daddy getting tired of her? 

Male laughter made her look over her shoulder at Big Daddy's thugs, who were also loading up their bags while Big Daddy prowled around keeping an eye on everything. Rob 1 and Rob 2. No really, they were both named Robert and both of them preferred to go by Rob. Henchmen could be notoriously unimaginative. They even looked kind of alike, with blond hair that was cropped close to their heads and brown eyes. They weren't bad looking guys, but they didn't have Big Daddy's sheer presence. 

Big Daddy was taller, broader, and meaner. His dark hair and piercing blue eyes made her swoon. The way he bossed her around both drove her crazy and got her hot—and when they were alone and he bossed her around, it got her really hot. But her favorite times were when she could just play around, goof off, and have fun, and Big Daddy would watch her with an indulgent smile on his face and then he’d fuck her silly.

She tried to remember the last time that had happened. 

It had been a while. 

But that wasn't really his fault. He'd been in a bad mood ever since he'd lost his number one henchman and right-hand man, Herc, a couple of months ago. That had been an epic showdown, between all of them and Haden City's resident vigilante, Pluto. They'd gotten away with the haul, but they'd lost Herc in the process and he was now rotting away in the Haden City Penitentiary. 

Chaotica would never ever ever ever ever ever admit it to Big Daddy, but she’d kind of always had a thing for Pluto. When she was working on her own, she’d even fantasized about Pluto catching her in the act and being the one to deal with her. Except, instead of taking her to jail, he’d work out a different, naughtier, deal with her.

Telling Big Daddy so would send him into a jealous rage... probably. She was starting to feel like he was losing interest in her, not even caring whether she was a good girl or a bad girl for him. 

She glanced over her shoulder to see him peering out of the front windows, rather than looking to see what she and the Robs were doing. Chaotica debated slipping some of the shinies into her pocket, rather than the bag, and keeping it for herself, but she wasn't sure how Big Daddy would react if he caught her. Would he treat her like a naughty girl, which she would like very much, or would he just erupt in terrible anger and then close her out—which was what he did when he was very angry with her and which she did not like at all.

Sadly, she looked at the shinies. It didn't seem worth it to find out. 

As she finished clearing the case in front of her, she looked up at the back door, and her eyes widened when she saw curling black tendrils sliding out of the shadows created by a large case on the back wall and the position of the lights. The shadows themselves had deepened to a pitch black, a yawning maw that sucked in all light, never to be seen again.  

He's here! she squealed. Excitement and terror rushed through her in equal measure. No sooner had she spoken the words than Pluto himself came hurtling out of the black. Chaotica screamed and ducked—he was coming right for her!

The man practically soared over her as she cowered next to the jewelry case, her heart pounding so hard it was a miracle it didn't burst right out of her chest. The shadows seemed to converge on him, moving around him, making him hard to see. Chaotica wasn't sure exactly how his powers worked, no one was, but everyone knew the shadows made it possible for him to do amazing things. 

Frightening things. 

The Robs both shouted, dropping their bags of loot, and throwing themselves at Pluto. 

Dressed head to toe in black, including over his face, nothing could be seen of his features. He was a faceless, terrifying threat... with a hell of an ass. The tight-fitting black outfit was molded to a muscled form with broad shoulders, what looked like a six pack, and an ass she could bounce a quarter off of. Even as she tried to crawl away from the fight, unnoticed, she couldn't help but sneak peeks at him, wondering what he looked like under the mask. 

When she glanced away, she caught Big Daddy's eye. He was stalking forward, jaw clenched, massive knife in hand. Guns had never worked on Pluto, although Chaotica didn't know why. Projectiles just behaved weirdly around him. Something to do with the shadows that seemed to coat his entire body, little tendrils occasionally curling off of him like smoke. 

Big Daddy gestured at Pluto, glaring at her. Obviously, he wanted her to jump into the fight too. 

Seriously?

Sure, she could kick a little butt when she needed to, but she knew when she was outweighed, outclassed, and all around outmatched. 

But Big Daddy had given her the order. 

Gathering her courage, Chaotica curled up in a crouch, balancing on the balls of her feet. She took a deep breath and then flung herself at Pluto's back, right as he dealt a vicious uppercut to one of the Robs. 

To her utter shock, Pluto pivoted—did he have eyes out of the back of his head or something?—literally caught her midjump, and used the momentum to spin her around and fling her right at Big Daddy. Chaotica screamed, half with shock and half with glee. 

If the stakes weren't so high, that would be fun!

It was a lot less fun when Big Daddy stepped out of the way instead of catching her. Shocked, Chaotica barely managed to control her tumble across the ground. 

Ouch.

Her shoulder hit harder than usual, thanks to her delayed response. Unlike Big Daddy and Pluto, Chaotica didn't have any special superpowers to help her in a fight. Her only power was more defensive. Big Daddy called it a mental shield. She didn't disappear exactly, but she could send out a psychic signal that made everyone not see her as long as she held still or only moved very slowly. 

That was what she did now, resentfully rubbing her shoulder as she glared at Big Daddy. Would it really have been too much to cushion her landing before jumping into the fight with Pluto? 

It didn't look like avoiding her had helped him out at all. Both of the Robs were now scrambling to gather up the loot bags and run. They had an easy exit right out of the back door. Chaotica was on the side of the room with no exits, thanks to her failed attempt at