Bearly Apart (Big Paw Security Book 5) Read Online Free PDF

weren't burned out, showed a martini glass with an olive. There were few cars in the dirt parking lot and the building was made of dirty cement blocks painted an off white years ago.

    “This is the place,” Marcus said simply, getting out of the car and grabbing the gun. He rummaged around in the back seat, grabbing a pair of hand cuffs and holding them out to Addy. “Think you can handle the cuffing?”

    “Give me those,” she said, snatching them out of her hand, ready to get Joe into custody. She thought, the sooner he's behind bars, the sooner we can start our life.

    They entered the bar, a bouncer immediately moving to block their entrance. The second he saw the gun, however, he backed off.

    “Where's Joe?” Marcus growled, motioning with the gun.

    “He's not here,” the bouncer stammered, though his eyes flickered to a door towards the back.

    “I'm not going to ask again.”

    “In the back, through that door,” said the bouncer, pointing with a fat finger.

    “We'll be in and out. Don't bother calling the cops,” Marcus said, walking through the bar. Addy held up the cuffs, as if saying, Don't bother, I am the cops! and the bouncer backed off.

    Marcus flashed her a smile, both knowing that his bluff waving the gun had worked perfectly. Addy took two quick steps to catch up with him. They reached the door and paused for a split second, before Marcus lifted his foot and kicked squarely.

    The door shattered inwards, the frame splintering and cracking. Marcus was through the door in a split second, Addy immediately behind him. She caught a glance of a dingy little room: windows curtained over, stacks of old paperwork littering the floor and a small desk, and Joe wide eyed behind it.

    “This is over, Joe. We're taking you in,” Marcus said. “Either come with us peacefully, or I'll tranq you. It's your choice.”

    “You're making a big mistake, Nephew,” Joe growled. Anger was flaring in his eyes and his body was bristling in rage. “Do you really think you can get away with this? I'm a Clan Leader!”

    “Your Elders are either dead or behind bars. You have no one to back you up.”

    “Ramsey won't let this go unpunished. I'll be out in less than a week! Are you sure you want to do this, boy?”

    “Ramsey won't be a problem. Now, are you going to go easily, or do I have to shoot?”

    Joe stood up, hulking behind his desk. He held his arms out in front of him, waiting for the cuffs.

    “Turn around,” Addy ordered. Joe's look of indignation faded as he turned around, extending his arms out behind him. Marcus raised the rifle, nodding. Addy took a few uneasy steps forward.

    She looped the cuffs around one wrist and snapped them in place, then placed them over his other wrist. As she went to lock them, Joe sprang into action. He twisted around, surprisingly quick for his size, grabbing Addy by the forearm and yanking her over the table. She screamed and saw that Joe was starting to shift.

    Marcus fired the rifle, the dart flying out towards Joe. Addy watched it in slow motion, the feathers tickling her face as the dart passed her. It embedded right in Joe's neck. He gave a cough and dropped to the ground immediately, pulling Addy down with him. She landed on his unconscious body. She got up, but not before slamming his other wrist shut in the cuffs.

    It wasn't more than a few minutes before two cops piled into the room. Emma gave her a hug of relief and then was immediately all business.

    “Here's the perp, Franklin,” she said, bending down and checking his pulse. The other police officer nodded, calling into his radio for an ambulance and more backup.

    Addy and Marcus stood off to the side, leaning against Joe's desk and watching the whole scene unfold. Joe came to right as he was being taken out of the room on a stretcher. He shot Addy and Marcus a venomous look and fought against his restraints, but there was nothing he could do.

    Marcus looked uneasily at his Uncle. “Do you