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

was quick to remind him of that.
    But yes, hearing her voice would definitely help.  He dialed and listened as her answering message came over the line.  Her musical voice taunting him with the fact that she was far too busy to answer the phone for him.  Goddamnit!   He picked up the phone and hurled it across the room.  It smashed against the wall, and he sighed.
    “Mercy!” he yelled.  “Can you bring in one of the replacement phones?  It kind of… broke again.”
    Yep, not the first phone casualty in that office.  They kept a few spares in supply.  He really needed to find some new therapy for his anger issues.

Chapter Two
    Santa Leon, outside a nice house – private driveway, very swish
    The man with the scar – Booker – scratched his arm.  His flesh was still knitting together from his wounds the big bastard in Ursa inflicted.  They itched like hell but at least they wouldn’t leave a permanent mark.
    “Let’s not take any chances with this one,” he rumbled into his radio.  His inner gorilla grunted in agreement.
    They had with the Ursa guy, not wanting to damage him, but it had cost him.  None of his team walked away without wounds, and two didn’t walk away at all.  Booker had never met a more aggressive shifter, and he once dated a high profile wedding planner.  Scary brides had nothing on the big guy.  No, he really was a primitive beast.
    They were hiding in their new target’s garden, hoping to tag him as soon as he returned home and got out his car.
    “Take him by surprise and for hell’s sake don’t let the guy shift.  Else it might be even worse than Ursa.”
    Booker looked at his men – at the ones he could still spot from his hiding place anyway.  His second in command Vargas wasn’t even paying attention.  He was too busy trying to look down the top of Dr. James, their irritating human helper.  The term help was in use in the broadest way possible.  The bitch was a waste of time and money.
    “Tranq him with everything you’ve got,” he snapped at his men.
    “But we don’t want to kill him,” simpered the doctor as she pushed her glasses up her nose.
    “And I don’t want any more of my men to die,” he hissed giving her an accusing glare.  “You told us that asshole in Ursa would be smaller than a lion.”
    “Well, judging from skeletons we’ve found of sabre-tooths he should have been… but I have also heard that there was a leg bone found that would indicate the tiger it belonged to was as big as a pony when it was alive.  But that must have been a freak.  It’s fascinating really.”
    Booker scowled at her.  Not a word he’d use.  Annoying.  Irritating .  Fucking awful .  They were words that sprang to mind.  “Well, our living freak killed two of my men.”
    “You said they were professionals.  You said they could handle anything.”
    His gorilla banged his knuckles on the ground.  “You said…”
    “Sshhh,” murmured Vargas, “here he comes.”
    The doctor gave Vargas a grateful look, fluttering her eyelashes in her chipmunk-like face.  He leered in return.
    Booker rolled his eyes and focused as the electric car rolled to a stop outside the house.  The guy who got out the car was enormous – but somehow didn’t seem as intimidating as expected for his size.  It was probably the briefcase.  Or the sweater vest.  Maybe the glasses.  Definitely he bow tie.  Lord, the guy almost looked like a harmless nerd.  Almost .  His muscles still bulged ridiculously thick.  The guy could easily pull the car door off its hinges and crush it into a ball.  Hell, he could probably do it to the whole car, and yet, consciously he seemed to be making himself look smaller and less dangerous.
    Good.  Meant he wasn’t interested in fighting.  Meant he wouldn’t be quick to shift and they definitely wanted this one bagged and tagged before he shifted.
    Booker nodded at the doctor to stay back.  She opened her mouth to argue – as per