Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Means wherever this cave is, it’s tall.
Another cold chill took her and it all of her imagination that she was simply at the Amerant Bank Arena waiting for her men to take the ice.
Confused when they paused, she couldn’t stop her shock when they opened a door and pushed her into a room. A warm room.
The lighting wasn’t extreme so there wasn’t to much in the way of allowing her eyes to adjust. Exhausted or not, cop instincts didn’t take a day off. She scoped all she could in as short a time as possible.
Five men, faces exposed. Probably not a good thing for her. Caucasian. Eastern European. Well dressed. Somehow there was a fire along a side, sending flickers of light around and adding into the much appreciated heat.
“Dianna Levitt. Miami detective.”
She swallowed and gave a slow blink.
The man in the middle, built and handsome if she cared to think about it, built like a footballer, stroked a hand down his chin. “You are not surprised I know who you are.”
“No.”
He tipped his head to the left, sandy brown hair slipping forward over his forehead. “Why not?”
“Because I was taken and held. Obviously, you need something from me or I would have already gotten a bullet.”
“Smart.” He glanced to his right. “Not stupid like you said.” Hands in his pockets, he rocked back on his heels as he continued looking at one of the two on that side. “Didn’t you say she was stupid like all Blacks?”
Chapter 2
Jeremy didn’t have the patience like some of his fellow SAR shifters. Sure, he was fine out rescuing someone but in this kind of situation, it was hard as fuck for him to sit back and let someone else handle the questioning.
Especially when it got them nofuckingwhere. Dianna was still out there, lost, hurt, god knew what. He refused to focus on the thought she could be dead.
My cat would know.
That was the lone reason he’d not lunged over the table and torn the spine out of the man sitting there. The man leaned back in his chair, fingers laced over his flat stomach. Sitting there like he had no fucking clue how close to death he was at the moment. The smug look on his face told that.
The beast inside Jeremy rose, swiftly pushing him hard, his cat was always close. Always ready to rend and tear into someone, or someones. It had been the only way for them to survive his brutal upbringing.
To his left, he caught the subtle movement of his friend Lando, as the shifter slid to the left and reached out to stop his mate. Unsuccessfully. The blinding speed she had spoke to how well she’d melded with her beast. Especially if her mate, a man who had grown up knowing who he was and learned to be one with his beast at a young age couldn’t stop her.
Selena had mated Lando and was his consort. Last he knew, she was learning to work with her jaguar, but this… call him fucking impressed. She’d cleared the room with a bound and was on top of the man who know lay on his back, eyes wide with fear as her razor sharp claws sank into his neck, slowly.
She cocked her head to the left and snarled low. “I’m not a negotiator. I’m not about going easy on you to create camaraderie. I don’t give a fuck. You reek of lies and you know who took my friend.” Her fangs elongated. “Tell us who will be joining you in hell.”
“Aww fuck.” Lando’s muttered curse reached him the second Selena’s scent did.
She was pregnant. Explained so much.
The alpha shifter was across the room and hauling his wife away from the man bleeding from his puncture wounds. His eyes conveyed his apologies to Jeremy as he maneuvered the furious and borderline out of control female away.
Jeremy strode up to him and stood over him, beast barely contained within. “Tell me.”
That was it, he didn’t embellish anything. There were no false promises, no anything other than his question.
“They’ll kill me if I talk.”
“You’re going to die, regardless. The only thing you have a say in is how. Easy or hard.”
His eyes widened and he gulped. “I’m innocent.”
A single rough rumble escaped. “You touched the wrong woman.” He narrowed his eyes. “You touched my woman.”
Ammonia burned his nostrils yet he didn’t move, didn’t give any indication that he knew the man pissed himself. Somehow, his beast remained contained.
It wouldn’t remain that way for long. Right now, however, he retained control.
“I didn’t know she was your woman. I didn’t know anything.”
“That’s not my concern. Tell me what you know.”
His beast clawed at him. Wanting to get out.
“You’ll let me go then?”
Eyes shifting to his animal he allowed his fangs to drop. He didn’t lie to people and wasn’t about to start doing it now.