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

was back in his arms.
    Marcus turned and strode toward the exit, a ringing cell phone in hand. Oscar lingered. His leader wrenched the door open and stepped through, instantly pressing the phone to his ear. Which gave Oscar the chance he needed.
    Not hesitating another second, he cocked his fist back, leaned over the table, and let his punch fly. The crunch and crack of bone echoed the sound of his fist striking flesh. He was gratified when Tony’s chair tipped backward and he went sprawling across the floor.
    The door immediately opened, Marcus poking his head through. “Everything okay?”
    Oscar shrugged. “He tripped.”
    “He was sitting,” the alpha drawled.
    He shrugged again and moved toward the door. “I dunno, maybe he’s gifted at falling.”
    “Right.” Marcus rolled his eyes but didn’t say another word.
    Both left the interrogation room and focused on locating Hillary. Marcus pulled every string, Brett made every call, and each enforcer went to every damned location with murder in mind, though no one in the pride really thought of it that way. The truth was, the mate of one of their own had been taken and that was all they needed to know.
    Funnily enough, Colton located her back in that greasy, rundown part of town, but this time the lion didn’t bitch, moan, groan, or complain about dropping to all fours. The only thing he did whine about was that they decided to wait for nightfall.
    Honestly, Oscar wanted to pout like a little bitch as well. Unfortunately, Marcus overruled them both. They had superior night vision and wouldn’t truly be sneaking up on their prey, but they were less likely to be bothered by human authorities if they acted a little circumspect.
    Oscar was tempted to tell his alpha where he could shove his circumspect. Instead, he simply sat in an SUV down the road, never taking his attention from their destination. It hadn’t taken much to confirm his mate within the house, Austin was great at hacking into the traffic camera system, and a few discreet inquiries supported their assumption.
    Hillary—his Hillary—was inside that house with at least three other males. Three soon to be dead males.
    The hours slowly ticked past, but eventually night fell, blanketing the street in a dark cloak. His lion’s eyes easily adjusted to the dimness and it was no trouble to make his way to his position. It took less than fifteen minutes for them to settle in place, fifteen minutes of anxiousness that nearly killed him. He wanted to go now . Not later, not in a minute, not even in thirty seconds. Now.
    But he also wanted to get his mate back healthy and whole.
    So he waited until he got the signal, the brief motion from his alpha that would put them all into action.
    Nine men, nine fierce lions ready to kill and die for one of their own, waited. It was as if the world held its breath, none of them daring to make a movement until given permission, and then they received it.
    Each of them took an entrance—some entry points being attacked by more than one male. As one, they raced over the ground, some on four feet others on two. Adrenaline pushed them on and added strength as some kicked down doors while others smashed through windows.
    Oscar had one particular window, one particular portal as his goal. When he’d spied Hillary at the glass from a distance, no one had argued with his choice of entry. They could enjoy tearing the others limb from limb, but Oscar’s first priority was ensuring his mate was safe. He’d failed once, but he was going to care for her now. He just had to bust through the bars on the window first.
    Oscar remained in his human form, needing his hands to tear those bars away. He knew they’d be bolted in, secure so Hillary couldn’t escape, but they would be nothing against an enraged, fully grown male lion who wanted his other half.
    When he reached the side of the house, he wrapped his fingers around those metal bars and ripped them away. Hell, he was almost let