Her Black Tiger (Alaskan Tigers Book 11) Read Online Free

I’ll have you arrested.”
    “Arrested…” He chuckled and then tipped his head down so that his lips were next to her ear. “I know who you are, Officer Armstrong , but trust me when I say you don’t want that to become known to anyone who was in this bar before we arrived.” He kept his voice low, so low that even the leopard wouldn’t have been able to hear him over the sound of Red and the other man fighting.
    “What do you want?” Her body went stiff and she stopped fighting him but still had her hand on the gun.
    “You to leave the gun where it is and let me get you out of here.” He placed his hands on either side of her, leaving her nowhere to run. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
    “I can take care of myself.”
    “Really?” He leaned back so that he could look her in the eye. “Because you didn’t seem to be doing a very good job when we arrived. He had you pressed up against the wall with his hands around your throat. Is that how you want to die, Brooklynn?”
    “I…”
    Carran sensed more than saw the leopard rising from the booth. “Trust me.” He let his gaze linger on her for a moment longer before checking whether the leopard had plans of his own. Red had the other man on the floor again, his boot pressed against the man’s chest. From the way he gasped for breath, Carran suspected he had a couple of broken ribs, if not more extensive damage.
    “Reap…there are plenty of other women who’d take you up on your offer.” The leopard swayed on his feet and almost toppled over before continuing. “Go find Stacie. She’s in the back room doing inventory.”
    Red took his foot off the man’s chest and allowed him to scurry away. It took him some effort to get off the floor but when he got his feet under him he gingerly made his way behind the bar toward the open door. A moment later, the sound of a woman’s voice asking what had happened to him drifted toward them and any doubt that the other man would try to escape out the back door was gone.
    Most of the bar guests had made a discreet exit sometime during the fight, leaving only the leopard and a few who were hoping to see some action.
    “Get out! The bar is closed,” the leopard hollered and when there were a couple of complaints, he added, “You know Reaper. If you want to stick around and deal with his temper once Stacie patches him up, then be my guest. He’s going to be itching for a fight and when he kicks the shit out of you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    With those words spoken, the patrons threw money on the table and headed for the door. The youngest of the group kept looking over his shoulder, checking to be sure Reaper wasn’t coming up behind them. It appeared Reaper had made a name for himself, enough that he’d scared some of the toughest bikers right out the door, but Carran had been up against worse assholes than him.
    Red grabbed a couple napkins from the bar and did the best he could to wipe the blood off his hands as he came around the tables to where Carran now stood. He guarded Brooklynn, using his body as a barrier between her and the leopard. If the drunk thought he was powerful enough to deal with Carran and Red, they’d take him down quickly, before he could lay one paw on her.
    “I know who you are.”
    “That makes one of us, then.” Carran raised an eyebrow in a silent question, asking the man to explain who he was.
    “I’m Speck, the Alpha of the local leap. My leopards and I have heard about your Queen and we want no trouble around here.” Seemingly unsteady on his feet, he grabbed hold of a chair and used it to keep himself upright. “If we’d have known she was one of yours, we’d have stayed out of it. Reaper is a good lad, bit of a troublemaker, but nothing you should concern yourselves with.”
    “A troublemaker?” Red tossed the napkins on the tabletop, clearly disgusted.
    With Red’s anger thickening the air, Carran tried to get something useful