Holiday Mates: Supernatural Enforcers Agency Short Stories Read Free

it easy, son.”
    “Don’t call me son,” snarled the gunman as he hit him over the head with the butt of his gun.  The security guard let out a groan and slumped to the ground.
    Oh god!
    She huddled behind the crème.
    “Is this everyone?” asked one of the robbers.
    “There may be a few shoppers in the store,” came a quavering voice.  That must have been one of the clerks.
    “Shit, find them.  As for the rest, tie them up and separate them.  No need for any of them to know who’s still alive,” the male said meaningfully.
    Oh god, oh god, oh god!  She needed to call the cops.  She needed to let them know what was going on.  Penny was about to make a grab for her purse when she heard footsteps headed in her direction .  Eep!
    She did a swift crawl through the shoe department and was just about to make it into scarfs when someone grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.  Her bird squawked.
    A huge male with bad breath and long greasy hair leered at her as he pulled her up by her collar.  “Looky what we have here.”
    Ugh.   Save her from him saying ‘what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this’.
    “Where you been sweetheart?”
    “Ummm…  Homewares?” she squeaked.
    He smirked.  Her beast ruffled her feathers at his expression.
    “Hey, you got someone?” called another voice.  “Bring her over here.”
    The robber she had named Smelly Greaseball rolled his eyes and reluctantly dragged her over to Santa’s village.
    “Oh no, you’re not putting me in there!” she objected as Smelly Greaseball tried to manhandle her into Santa’s house.  Yes, they were armed robbers, but she had her limits!
    “Quiet,” he hissed.
    “We got another one,” said the second guy.  “Tie them up together.”
    Penny gasped as she was faced with the pant-wettingly gorgeous man from earlier.  He looked completely unconcerned by the two men training guns on him.  They looked a little wary of him, though.  No wonder .  He was big and ripped.  He looked like he could cause serious damage.  She guessed he was a shifter, but her sense of smell was awful.  She had no idea what kind.
    Smelly Greaseball shoved her at him.  “C’mon honey, give him a hug.”
    “What?”
    The gorgeous man caught her and scowled at Smelly Greaseball.
    They pushed her against him, chest to chest, and tied them up.
    “Make sure it’s tight,” said the second guy, eyeing her gorgeous co-captive warily.
    They did, too.  Penny whined as she struggled to breathe against the painful ropes.  Oh god, she was screwed.  Her penguin, on the other hand, suddenly seemed unconcerned.  The beast was under the impression that everything was going to be okay now!
    “Have fun you two,” sneered Smelly Greaseball.  “Either of you move, you’re dead.”
    “Great,” she muttered, her face mashed against his extremely hard chest.  Not an ounce of fat on this one.
    “You okay?” he asked as he tried to move against the ropes.
    “Terrific.”
    His chest vibrated as he silently laughed.  “I’m detecting a hint of sarcasm, but don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”
    Hope swelled in her chest, and she tried to ignore the fact that he smelled really good.  “You think they’ll let us go?”
    “I don’t know about that, but we’re getting out of here.”
    “Ah…”
    “I’m SEA.”
    “SEA?  Why did you let them catch you then?  Why didn’t you take them all out?”
    He chuckled.  “This ain’t Die Hard.  I counted eight of them – I can’t take them all at once.  If I did just attack them all they probably would have killed me, and maybe moved onto the hostages, to make sure no one else pulled anything so stupid.  And I am not dragging my ass through any vents or walking on any broken glass.”
    “More like Die Softly then,” she grumbled.  Her penguin sent her the burst of disapproval this time, but Penny was too scared to pay any attention.
    “Don’t worry, I managed to call my buddies before