The Great Disapurrance: BBW Shapeshifter Surprise Pregnancy Romance (Chicago Catastrophe) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Anya Nowlan, Rory Dale
like it had been against someone far too much alike Holland all those years ago.
Not now, she reminded herself, taking a calming breath.
Flattening herself against the fridge, she could only wait as Holland marched up to her, fingers twitching. He raised his hands like he was going to wrap them around her throat, but seemed to reconsider at the last moment and let them fall to his sides with a growl instead.
Sienna’s heart was pounding as she contemplated how close she had come to getting the life squeezed out of her. For whatever reason, Holland had changed his mind, but she wasn’t sure if that was entirely a good thing, seeing how agitated he still was. There was some sort of punishment yet to come, that much she knew.
She silently cursed herself for pushing too far, but her little acts of rebellion were all she had. It was about more than just making a nuisance of herself, it was about feeling like she still had control over her actions. No way was she going to be scared into submission, not again, not the way she had been when...
Holland grabbed onto her arm and yanked her out of the kitchen, muttering something about that vase being a one of a kind. Sienna yelped, being dragged along.
A small sliver of a memory forced its way to the surface, of being in the kitchen of a house even more opulent than this one. Of strong hands shoving her to the ground, the sharp nose of a boot smashing into her stomach as she sobbed quietly...
Taking deep breaths, she did her best to shove the memory away and focused on pulling her arm out of Holland’s grip, even though it was a completely useless gesture. She’d have better luck trying to lift a car over her head.
“Bill!” Holland growled after showing her only to a couch.
The large man strolled into the living room moments later, raising his brows when he saw the mess of ceramic shards on the floor.
“Yes, sir,” Bill said dutifully, hands clasped behind his back.
Holland rubbed at his temple, not even really paying attention to the man.
“Where’s that new guy... Liam?”
“The driver, sir?”
“Yes, that one, get him in here,” Holland replied, waving his hand around.
I have a really bad feeling about this.
Bill disappeared to follow orders. Gathering up her remaining courage, Sienna quietly spoke up, her fingers digging into the edge of the couch as she got more nervous by the second.
“What are you doing?”
An ugly smile stretched across Holland’s lips.
“Teaching you a lesson.”
Just as she was about to ask what that meant, Bill returned, accompanied by a man she could only guess was Liam. He looked young, barely in his twenties, with thick reddish-brown hair and thin lips. Bill pushed him towards Holland before taking a step back to stand at the entrance to the living room.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” Liam asked, wearing an apprehensive smile.
Holland didn’t even look at him, staring at Sienna instead.
“Since you don’t seem to care about your own life, I thought I’d make a point by using someone else’s.”
A coldness swept through Sienna’s gut as she tried to interpret what his words might mean. None of the options were good. Her eyes went to Liam and for a moment, both he and she seemed suspended in some horrific nightmare together.
Liam’s smile faltered.
“Liam came to us just last month, looking to make some extra cash to help support his family. Who am I to say no to a fellow shifter in need?”
Liam started to look uneasy, catching on to the edge in Holland’s voice, while Sienna was on the verge of panic. Grinning as his right hand slipped behind his back and into the waistband of his slacks, Holland pulled out his gun.
He’s not going to hurt the kid, is he? Sienna thought frantically, even though she already knew the answer.
He was exactly the kind of man who would inflict pain just to prove a point. Especially against someone who couldn’t fight back.
Holland aimed the weapon at Liam, who had
Not now, she reminded herself, taking a calming breath.
Flattening herself against the fridge, she could only wait as Holland marched up to her, fingers twitching. He raised his hands like he was going to wrap them around her throat, but seemed to reconsider at the last moment and let them fall to his sides with a growl instead.
Sienna’s heart was pounding as she contemplated how close she had come to getting the life squeezed out of her. For whatever reason, Holland had changed his mind, but she wasn’t sure if that was entirely a good thing, seeing how agitated he still was. There was some sort of punishment yet to come, that much she knew.
She silently cursed herself for pushing too far, but her little acts of rebellion were all she had. It was about more than just making a nuisance of herself, it was about feeling like she still had control over her actions. No way was she going to be scared into submission, not again, not the way she had been when...
Holland grabbed onto her arm and yanked her out of the kitchen, muttering something about that vase being a one of a kind. Sienna yelped, being dragged along.
A small sliver of a memory forced its way to the surface, of being in the kitchen of a house even more opulent than this one. Of strong hands shoving her to the ground, the sharp nose of a boot smashing into her stomach as she sobbed quietly...
Taking deep breaths, she did her best to shove the memory away and focused on pulling her arm out of Holland’s grip, even though it was a completely useless gesture. She’d have better luck trying to lift a car over her head.
“Bill!” Holland growled after showing her only to a couch.
The large man strolled into the living room moments later, raising his brows when he saw the mess of ceramic shards on the floor.
“Yes, sir,” Bill said dutifully, hands clasped behind his back.
Holland rubbed at his temple, not even really paying attention to the man.
“Where’s that new guy... Liam?”
“The driver, sir?”
“Yes, that one, get him in here,” Holland replied, waving his hand around.
I have a really bad feeling about this.
Bill disappeared to follow orders. Gathering up her remaining courage, Sienna quietly spoke up, her fingers digging into the edge of the couch as she got more nervous by the second.
“What are you doing?”
An ugly smile stretched across Holland’s lips.
“Teaching you a lesson.”
Just as she was about to ask what that meant, Bill returned, accompanied by a man she could only guess was Liam. He looked young, barely in his twenties, with thick reddish-brown hair and thin lips. Bill pushed him towards Holland before taking a step back to stand at the entrance to the living room.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” Liam asked, wearing an apprehensive smile.
Holland didn’t even look at him, staring at Sienna instead.
“Since you don’t seem to care about your own life, I thought I’d make a point by using someone else’s.”
A coldness swept through Sienna’s gut as she tried to interpret what his words might mean. None of the options were good. Her eyes went to Liam and for a moment, both he and she seemed suspended in some horrific nightmare together.
Liam’s smile faltered.
“Liam came to us just last month, looking to make some extra cash to help support his family. Who am I to say no to a fellow shifter in need?”
Liam started to look uneasy, catching on to the edge in Holland’s voice, while Sienna was on the verge of panic. Grinning as his right hand slipped behind his back and into the waistband of his slacks, Holland pulled out his gun.
He’s not going to hurt the kid, is he? Sienna thought frantically, even though she already knew the answer.
He was exactly the kind of man who would inflict pain just to prove a point. Especially against someone who couldn’t fight back.
Holland aimed the weapon at Liam, who had
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