Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Get the fuck up, motherfucker, and start walking,” I growl.
Mitchel shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” His voice is high-pitched. “I don’t like whatever you’re planning. It’s dangerous out here. There are cliffs. I can’t see fuck.”
This is when I leap into the air, shifting while I’m flying toward him, so that I land in front of this piece of shit on all fours. I roar so loudly that Mitchel pisses himself, his urine dripping down between his fingers where he’s still gripping his junk.
When I roar again, padding closer to him, he releases his dick and scrambles backward, crab style.
“Get up, you waste of human breath,” Ronan commands. “Get the fuck on your feet and start walking.”
I keep coming at him. I can smell his fear. It’s much stronger now that I’ve shifted.
“You’re one of them? A fucking lion shifter? Do you know how much trouble you’re going to be in when I tell the police you antagonized me? You folks are only tolerated in the mountains as long as you don’t bother anyone. One wrong move, and you’re out of here.”
I come closer, so close that I can lean in and bare my teeth inches from his face. My saliva drips down my fangs and lands on his thighs. I roar again, causing him to cover his ears. That’s how loud I am.
Quinn hits him two times in succession, once on his ear and once on the back of the hand covering his junk.
Mitchel stops fighting and scrambles to his feet. He holds his ear now. His face is a mess. It’s about to get so much worse that even an autopsy won’t show evidence that he was stoned several times before his untimely demise.
“Start walking,” Sylas orders.
I continue forward. My lion is much larger than this asshole. I’m scaring the hell out of him just by existing. He’s obviously never encountered a lion shifter up close. Not surprising. Most people haven’t. We don’t tend to shift in front of humans for no cause.
Sylas is on one side of me; Ronan and Quinn are on the other. We’re crowding Mitchel, forcing him to move deeper into the woods.
I know this territory blindfolded. We’re not that far from our current logging site. It’s perfect.
Mitchel is sniffling as he walks gingerly forward, climbing over rocks and felled trees. Every few seconds, he swipes at his cheeks. He’s crying. He should be.
When we get where I want him, I leap a few feet closer so my snout reaches over his shoulder. I roar again.
“Run!” Ronan shouts.
Mitchel obeys, jogging forward for about five steps, and then he’s gone. Right over the edge of a cliff. His screams can be heard for a few seconds before they are silenced by his death.
It couldn’t have happened to a nicer person.
I shift back and turn toward my brothers. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank us,” Sylas says as we return to the vehicles. “None of us want scum like him living in town. Any one of our future mates may have just been spared his cruelty.”
When we return to the scumbag’s clothes, Quinn gathers them and stuffs them in the duffle. “I’ll burn this.”
I nod and head toward the truck. I just want to get back to Brea.
Chapter Eighteen
Navin
“Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?” my girl asks as I bathe her. This time I’m in the tub with her. She’s relaxing with her back against my chest, and I have her legs spread open with her heels over my thighs, keeping her pussy exposed under the water.
She was pacing when I got home. We weren’t gone very long, but she was nervous. Pryce and Orion left, I forced her to eat some pasta, and now we’re in the tub. She’s calmer when her skin is against mine, but she’ll never fully relax until I at least partially answer her question.
Even the distraction of her spread knees and open pussy isn’t enough to derail her thoughts, but I glide my fingers up and down her inner thighs and kiss her temple anyway.
“Mitchel will never be a threat to you or anyone else again.”
Her breath hitches, and she grabs my wrists to stop me from tormenting her. “That’s all you’re going to say?”
“You need to learn to trust Daddy, Little love. He’s gone. He fell off a cliff while he was out hiking. It’s really dangerous to go hiking so close to sunset. My men will find his car in the morning and call the police. They’ll find his body.”
Brea twists her head to look me in the eyes. “What if they find something on him or in his car or home that connects him to me?”
“They won’t, Little love. Every piece of evidence you were ever near him has been wiped clean.”
She stares at me for several seconds before sighing and letting her body relax against my chest. “You’re sure, Daddy?”