Heads or Tails (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 4) Read Free Page B

“I will leave your ass here.” Hillary turned to look at the man, earning a low growl from her mate. “Don’t look at him, he’s not fully dressed.”
    She focused on her mate once again. “And? You think I’ve never seen a naked man before?”
    She wasn’t going to admit that the only time she’d seen one was when she was forced to help patch him up.
    The low growl gained in volume and his eyes glowed a bright amber. While she should probably cower and wince beneath his anger—she was technically an omega after all—she found herself smiling. “That’s kinda sexy.”
    Oscar pressed his lips together and they formed a white slash across his face. A horn honked, reminding them they weren’t the only ones on the road and that they were still sitting in place at an intersection while the light was green. “For his own safety, quit looking at him.”
    Hillary released a long-suffering sigh and straightened in her seat. “Fine,” she grumbled. “Ruin the first few hours of my freedom, why don’t you?” She sighed again, decided sitting up straight was overrated, and wiggled deeper. “I’ve only been held captive for twenty years. It’s not like riding in a car with men carrying guns is a novel concept for me or anything. No, this is just another ride—”
    Her mate whipped the SUV off the street, pulling a shout from Colton and a small shriek from her.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” That was Colton, but Hillary had the same question in mind.
    The truck skidded to a stop on the highway shoulder, and Oscar threw it into park before turning to face her. “Let’s back that up a second. What did you say?”
    She groaned. “I told you I’d been locked up for a while and that it would be a good idea to leave.”
    Really good idea.
    Oscar curled his lip. “Yes, but I think there was a little something changed when you said ‘for a while.’”
    This time she shrugged. “We needed to get gone. Now, we have. And when we get to wherever the hell we’re going, we can chat about it more. But being exposed on the street like this,” she gestured around her, noting the highway was fairly empty this time of day. “This is so not a good idea. Let’s get our happy asses on the way.”
    “I do want to point out that I agree with her.” Colton’s movement caught her eye and she realized he’d raised his hand.
    “See? He agrees.”
    At least now Oscar’s glare was directed at both of them and not just her. “Fine.” He swung his attention to her. “Two questions and then we’ll move.”
    She so wasn’t going to enjoy answering them, she just knew it. “Fine. Fire away.”
    “How long did they have you? And who was it?”
    Yep, this was very much anti-enjoyment. “Twenty years and Tony Davis. Or Niccolo Colletti. It varied.”
    Fur slid through Oscar’s pores, the golden hue coating his skin while his hands and nails slowly transformed into lion paws. “Twenty years?” His voice was way too quiet. Dangerously quiet. “But why were you still there? Tony and Niccolo have been behind bars for—”
    “Yes, well, they have lawyers willing to go inside and telephones. Business doesn’t stop just because the boss is on a vacation for three to five.” She left the “duh” off her statement. Because, really, Hillary knew the North American pride took down Tony Davis and the human Niccolo. But how did they not get this?
    “No, they—”
    An all too familiar limo sped past on the other side of the highway. Further proof that prison didn’t deter “company” operations. Ugh. Now really wasn’t the time to hash this out. “You know what? I promise to tell you anything and everything if we can just get moving again.”
    “Another agreement from me.” Once again Colton raised his hand.
    Oscar growled at them—again—but put the SUV into drive. As quickly as they’d whipped off the road, they roared back on, the tires squealing when they finally hit asphalt. They’d talk about his poor