Chapter 12 of the Serpent in the Grass out.

"The two men on the plane with her, Rocco's personal security, had been silent, stoic figures, their faces impassive masks. They had handled her luggage, seen her seated, and then retreated to the front of the cabin, leaving her in privacy. They were just muscle. Hired help. Or so she had thought.

The jet reached its cruising altitude, the seatbelt sign pinging off with a soft, cheerful chime. Tinbunny unclipped her belt and made to stand, to stretch the stiffness from her limbs.

In an instant, they were on her.

They moved with a speed and precision that was utterly at odds with their brutish appearance, a blur of coordinated, violent motion. Before she could even react, one man had her arms pinned behind her back, his grip like iron, crushing the delicate bones of her wrists. The other secured her ankles, his movements swift and brutally efficient. The sudden, violent efficiency of the attack left her breathless, a choked gasp torn from her lungs.

"What the hell are you doing?" she snarled, struggling against their unyielding grip, her body a taut wire of fury and disbelief"

@HenchwomanTinbunny discovering the switch.