The Great Disapurrance: BBW Shapeshifter Surprise Pregnancy Romance (Chicago Catastrophe) Read Online Free Page B

started to slowly back away, hands raised. His face was ashen.
    Sienna leapt to her feet, ready to apologize, to promise to not cause any more trouble, to say anything Holland wanted to hear.
    “Please, don’t,” she whispered. “I’ve learned my lesson.”
    “But I haven’t taught it yet,” was all that Holland said before squeezing the trigger.
    She caught the exact moment that the bullet dug into Liam’s skull. Blood and brain matter exploded all over the walls and floor as Sienna sank to her knees, covering her mouth with her hands before looking away from the gruesome scene in front of her.
    Liam’s body was crumpled on the floor, a life wasted for no reason at all other than to intimidate her. Bile rose in her throat as she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to be anywhere else but here.
    Thick fingers dug into her jaw, angling her face towards the carnage.
    “Open your eyes,” Holland boomed.
    Sienna complied reluctantly, tears streaming down her face.
    “This is what you made me do. I want you to think of this moment, any time you even think of disobeying me. This moment, right here.”
    Unable to speak through the sobs racking her body, she only nodded. Holland had made his point.
    She belonged to him now, and there was nothing she could do about it.
    Not again, Sienna thought, her whole body racking with shudders.

Five

Arlen
    A rlen looked through the scope of his sniper rifle, staring down at what he was sure was Holland’s private residence from an adjacent rooftop. Losing his line on Lotto had been a setback, but at least tailing the guy had given him a solid lead on Holland’s location.
    Finally .
    He hated when a job refused to come together.
    He wasn’t even sure what the Crimson Claws’ lieutenant looked like. All the building’s windows were tinted and he couldn’t get a look inside. Right now, he was stuck doing reconnaissance and hoping something jumped out at him, either metaphorically or literally. He knew Holland was being even more reclusive lately, so he had to stay patient.
    Pulling his leather jacket tighter around him as a gust of wind chilled him straight to the bone, Arlen crouched lower.
    The job just had to be in Chicago.
    Everything annoyed him. From the lady crossing the street too slowly when he needed to run the light to keep his tail, to the wind being too damn cold on his stakeout.
    The way his tiger thrashed inside him nonstop was making sitting around and waiting very difficult. His heat was close, he could feel it, and it was making him question his decisions. Everything was tinted with a haze of primal need, and the more he tried to ignore it, the more violent his animal side became. It was as if his tiger was reminding him of the finality of his choice to remain unattached, urging him to reconsider.
    If he didn’t bond to a mate soon, his chance to have an heir would be gone.
    Tigers were different from most other shifters that way, only being able to reproduce with that one person they claimed as their other half during their period of heat. Arlen wasn’t really interested in making a lifelong commitment like that, especially seeing that his longest relationship to date had been with his rifle.
    Movement at the front door made him refocus on the task at hand. There would be plenty of time to be more than irritated at biology and everything that came with it when he got the job done.
    A wide-set man in a navy suit exited the house, with a Latina woman following closely behind.
    Her again? he thought, as his pulse quickened unexpectedly.
    He had seen her exit and enter the building regularly during the last couple of days, always with an armed guard. As far as he could tell, she was staying there, as she was always brought back for the night.
    Now who would Holland keep in the house with him and only let outside with an escort?
    The woman had to be his girlfriend, it was the only conclusion that made sense. It was a conclusion he didn’t like one