Juliet's heart was pounding. Sweat rolled down her neck, but she put on a brave face. "Bastard," she hissed. "Come over here and I'll show you just how much I don't want to come quietly." Her tone was acidic, which only made Robin want to capture her, to win even more.
She balled her hands up into fists and raised them; trying hard to remember the moves she learned in that one aikido class she took when she was eight years old. If all else failed, she could always hit him below the belt.
Robin stepped into the greenhouse. "Come now darling," he said mockingly, "there's no need to ruin that pretty little dress of yours." He scanned her up and down.
He stepped towards her. Robin raised his hand to stroke her hair, but she slapped it away. "Don't touch me."
Robin chuckled as he grabbed her wrists. "I'll do whatever I please," he breathed.
Juliet clawed at the exposed skin on his face. Once she saw that scratching him was not as effective as she had hoped, Juliet raised her knee straight into his gut, causing him to let go of her. Robin gripped his stomach as he stumbled backwards for a few steps.
"Annoying little witch!" he growled, but then he smirked. "You can't keep this up for very long. I'm stronger than you are and a far better fighter." His condescending tone caused her to grind her teeth together. "So just give up already."
"Not going to happen," she snapped, raising her fists again.
Robin sighed. "Come on, just give in," he said. When Juliet did not respond, he groaned, "come on darling. I'd like to get this over with before your uncle wakes up and spoils our fun." He sounded impatient.
Juliet's eyes widened. Her uncle. She had completely forgotten about her uncle. He would surely be able to overpower the De Noir boy. She inhaled sharply through her nose, filling her lungs with air and then she screamed. The scream was so loud that it nearly shook the glass of the greenhouse. It caused Robin's heart to leap into his throat.
She coughed and filled her lungs again, but Robin, now privy to her intentions, moved quickly over to her. He pressed his lips against hers, silencing her. Juliet's eyes grew wide as the kiss continued. She tried to struggle and to get away from him, but Robin's strong arms wrapped around her to keep her in place. He held her hands behind her back with one hand, and the other hand kept her head from moving. She refused to kiss back. Once she discovered that she could not overpower him, she tensed up and remained as still as a statue.
Then, she heard a click and he broke their embrace with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Gotcha," he whispered into her ear.
She squirmed, trying to raise her arms to punch the smug look off of his face, but she found that it was impossible because Robin had handcuffed her wrists together.
"You bastard! Let me go!" Juliet yelled, but he shook his head with a satisfied grin on his face. His dark eyes twinkled in delight. "Can't do that, sweetheart."
Robin stepped closer to her and removed a black handkerchief from his pocket.
Juliet was about to scream again, when he forced the handkerchief into her mouth. She whimpered at the taste of the filthy piece of cloth. "Can't have that now can we?" he whispered huskily.
His men moved into the greenhouse, surrounding the duo. They snickered at her as Robin wrapped the handkerchief around her head. Her eyes narrowed and she kicked him in the shin. He ground his teeth together, but didn't let go of her. He roughly shoved her out of the greenhouse.
"Don't kick me again," he growled, "or else there might be some thorn bushes with your name on them."
Juliet shot him a threatening glare, but he only shrugged it off. He pushed her forward as his men followed behind them. She looked up at the house, hoping that her uncle had heard her cry for help, but the manor was as dark as before. No one had heard her, so no one was coming to her rescue. She fought down the urge to cry. She was too proud to let these ruffians reduce her to tears.
They halted at the wall and Juliet wondered how on earth they planned on getting her over the eight-foot stone wall. She couldn't climb it with her hands bound together and the gate was out of the question because she did not have the key to open it. Did they plan on carrying her? Either way she was very happy that she wore jeans under the dress.
Robin scratched his chin. He said something to his men that she couldn't hear. They nodded and climbed up the face of the wall, leaving Robin and Juliet alone. He turned to her. "Don't make this difficult for yourself," he groaned as he pulled Juliet close to him. Without another word, Robin hoisted Juliet over his shoulder. She tried to kick him, but he growled at her. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not. Now your behaviour will decide whether you ride your own horse or I hit you in the back of the head and throw you over the back of my horse like a sack of potatoes. Lady's choice."
Juliet grumbled, but stopped trying to injury him.
A rope was tossed over the wall. Robin caught it with his free hand and tugged on it to test it. Once he was satisfied, he pressed one foot against the stone and then the other.
Juliet closed her eyes as they scaled the wall. She wasn't afraid of heights, but she was very comfortable with the thought that Robin could drop her at any time and she would plummet to the ground. The fall wouldn't kill her, but it would be enough to severely injure her.
When they reached the top of the wall, Robin chuckled. "Damn you're a lot heavier than you look," he told her. Juliet cried out in outrage. "I beg your pardon!" she thought viciously.
He smirked. "Lay off the pasties, darling."
Juliet cried out in outrage. "I am not fat!" she tried to exclaim, slamming her knee into his chest. He groaned. "Watch it or I might drop you on your pretty little face," he warned.
Robin began to climb down the wall to join his mean, who were making comments about looking up her dress. She didn't really care seeing as she was wearing a pair of jeans under the dress. They touched the ground and Juliet was dropped, with a little less care than was necessary. There were five horses waiting for them, one for each man. Immediately Juliet realized that either Robin was planning on killing one of his men (which didn't seem all that unlikely) or she would have to ride along with someone, presumably Robin.
The young DeNoir mounted the black stallion. "Pass her up," he ordered and one of his men grabbed a hold of Juliet and pushed her towards the horse. The black clad man hoisted her into the air and Robin scooped her up in his arms. He pulled her onto the saddle, holding the reins in front if her. Robin pressed her against his chest.
Juliet glared up at him. Most of his face was hidden behind dark fabric, but she could see his rich brown eyes, which were surrounded by black makeup. They seemed familiar for some reason, but she only assumed that it was because brown eyes, especially dark brown eyes were extremely common. She shook off the thought that she had met this vile boy before and began to formulate a plan to escape.
