The Bear and the Unicorn (Supernatural Enforcers Agency Book 6) Read Free

with the loud guy’s jaw silenced the bar.  Loud guy was out for the count, and his friends carried him out as quickly as possible, throwing down bills as they went.
    The huge male grunted, dominance filling the room.  No one looked at him, no one wanting to meet his awful gaze.  He cracked his shoulders and walked to the back of the bar, everyone quickly moving out of his way.
    Blake served a few more customers, relaxing as chatter started again and everything returned to normal.  He frowned as he noticed the guy with the scar had gone too.  Unlike the huge one, he’d paid upfront, but he’d disappeared without even touching his beer.  One of Blake’s regular drunks was already eyeing the drink.  Thirty more seconds and it would be gone.  Can’t leave drinks unattended in that place – they get drunk or drugged.
    Business was steady, and half an hour passed before Blake realized the huge guy still hadn’t returned.  Jackass owed him for four beers.  The twenty he’d slapped down when he first came in ran out over an hour ago.
    His bear growled as he followed the huge guy’s scent out into the alley.  If the fucker ran off without paying…  Blake stopped short at the scent of blood – fresh blood and more than one shifter’s blood.  He scented a tiger and a bull shifter.  And there were dents in the walls and trash cans.
    Shit .
    There’d been some kind of fight.  Looks like the huge guy was jumped.  His scent ended in the alley so he must have left in some kind of vehicle.
    Who the fuck could take a male like that?
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    Los Lobos
    “What do you think?” 
    Zane pulled away the sticker, leaving the gold colored lettering intact.  Thank.  Fuck. This was his third attempt, and he was running out of lamps to smash when he messed it up.
    Yeah – anger management wasn’t working.  At least not for him.  Sitting around with a bunch of equally angry shifters while they all complained about what made them angry just riled him up more.  He’d been to five sessions, and at each, he’d either been challenged or challenged others to fights in the parking lot after the sessions ended.  He wasn’t certain, but he thought he saw the therapist crying at the end of session four.  Probably why the wildebeest shifter had been so intent on pounding his head into the ground that day – idiot has an obvious crush on her.  Yes, ma’am.  No, ma’am.  No, I’ll never try to beat someone to death with a folding chair again.   His bear snorted.  Whipped .
    In session five, she suggested in a roundabout sort of way that Zane seek help elsewhere.  She admitted therapy wasn’t for everyone.
    He was looking for alternatives.  Stupid SEA.  He wouldn’t have to go through with any of this if they’d just give in and let him go back to work.  But no, they think he has issues.  Ridiculous .  He wasn’t any angrier than the next person.
    He shot a glare at his secretary.  Okay, maybe not.  Mercy pouted and continued filing her nails.  He yelled at her to stop being a cliché and get her ass over to the door.  She gave him her middle finger, but she did it with a smile and got up to see what he was fussing over anyway.  Mercy could be a complete pain in the ass, but she was a pain in the ass that didn’t take offense when he blew up.  Which generally happened between ten and twenty times a day.
    “Very nice,” she said patronizingly.
    “Yes, it is,” he agreed, smiling at her.
    Zane Matthews.  Private Investigator.
    Yep, nobody, could stop him from doing his job – plus now he wasn’t constricted by all those dumb laws like not entering houses without permission.  Well… okay, technically he was – but if no one found out, he was golden.
    Course, most of the cases he had investigated so far were hardly interesting.  Missing pets – most of which end up at the shelters.  Cheating spouses – all of which are cheating.  And one missing grandma – found in a neighbor’s house.  She