Lessons in Purrsuasion: BBW Paranormal Werelion Surprise Pregnancy Mob Romance (Chicago Catastrophe) (5 page)

S
tone had considered keeping
watch all night, but had drifted off when their situation seemed safe enough. When morning came, Selina stirred, bringing his attention to the fact that he was in bed with her, holding her luscious body in his arms. His lion yawned, bristling contentedly, as if saying ‘
told you she was ours’
.

A thin layer of cotton was all that separated her back from his chest. Stone wanted nothing more than to run his fingers over her creamy skin, to taste her sweet flesh. He pulled her even closer to him, nuzzling his face into her hair and breathing in deeply.

She sighed, stretching her sleepy muscles and rubbing her body against the length of his in the process. The sensation was maddening. His arms around her tightened on their own, pressing her into him with a deep need.

Selina suddenly stiffened and squirmed out of his embrace, sitting up on the edge of the bed and looking slightly confused. He let her go without contest, though it pained him to have away from him.

The hell is wrong with you, Stone…

He didn’t have time to debate with himself over that as she turned towards him, her beautiful face wearing a hesitant expression.

“I’m sorry I made you sleep here, the bed is so small… I hope you weren’t too uncomfortable.”

“I’ve known discomfort. This was not it, I promise,” Stone replied, bending his arms under his head and stretching his legs.

Selina hurriedly looked away.

Didn’t like what she saw or liked it too much?
Stone wondered.

He knew which option he would prefer out of the two.

She pulled on the same jeans from yesterday, but kept wearing his t-shirt. That pleased him more than it probably should have.

A buzzing sound drew his attention away from Selina’s deliciously voluptuous ass wiggling into tight pants and redirected it towards his suitcase. One of his burners was ringing. He had only given the number to one person.

“Mike?” he asked, taking the call.

“Hey, buddy. I have some news for you,”
the man’s voice flowed into his ear.

“I already found the phone,” Stone said, puzzled.

“Yeah, yeah… Well, I sort of figured you’d gotten yourself into something so I, uh…”
Mike stuttered, skittish.

“Just spit it out,” Stone growled, growing impatient.

“I put a track on all your accounts and…”

“You did what?” Stone roared.

“Hear me out! About twenty minutes ago someone accessed your personal credit card data, the one in your real name,”
Mike explained urgently.

Shit. That’s the one I used to rent the car.

I’ve been out of the game for too long.

“I’m going to have to call you back.” Stone replied before hanging up.

“We have to go now,” he said forcefully, already pulling on clothes and shoving the suitcase shut.

“What’s wrong?”

He hated hearing the worry in her voice. All he wanted to do was make her feel safe and it gnawed at him that he had failed so quickly at it.

“They’re coming,” was all he told her as he wrapped an arm around her and guided her out of the room.

Once they were outside, Stone scanned the area, weighing their options.

“The car is burned, follow me,” Stone commanded, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the back of the motel so they wouldn’t be seen from the main road.

They could steal a new car from the parking lot, one the Crimson Claws didn’t know about.

An SUV came hurtling down the highway, right as they slipped behind the corner, screeching to a halt in front of the motel. Five men piled out, guns in hand. Selina’s hand flew to her mouth as Stone flattened her against the side of the building.

The men’s heads swiveled as they sniffed the air.

“They know your scent. Here, take the keys to the car. Drive around in circles until I call,” Stone said, pressing another burner phone into her hand.

Having her in a car the Claws could track was still safer than having her here, in what was about to be a fight to the death. His lion roared, and he couldn’t tell if it was because he was about to be separated from Selina, or because he was about to kick some ass.

He opened the hidden compartment of his suitcase and pulled out two guns.

Thank you, Joe.

“What are you going to do?” Selina asked, eyes wide.

“If I don’t call in fifteen minutes, dump the car and make it on foot to a heavily populated area and call your brother,” he continued, disregarding her question.

“What do you mean if you don’t call?” she demanded, frantic.

“Go!” Stone commanded, giving Selina a little push towards the parking lot behind the building.

She took off running.

Parker’s goons were already headed straight towards them. He had to keep them from following her for as long as he could.

Stone leaned out from against the wall, spraying the approaching men with bullets. One of them went down with a sickening thud. The others returned fire immediately, forcing him to retreat. The wall he was ducking behind exploded with shards of brick, obscuring his vision.

Stone got down low and squeezed the trigger, managing to hit one of the guys in the kneecap before he had to pull back more. The man crumpled to the ground, clutching his leg, as his gun skidded away.

Three to go.

His senses were on edge, adrenaline pounding like sweet nectar through his veins. Stone never felt quite as clear-headed and in control as when he was in the thick of battle, death following him like a shadow but never quite reaching him.

He almost grinned.

The remaining men edged closer, keeping him pinned down with suppressive fire. One of them sniffed the air, head turning towards the road.

“She’s not with him,” he called out, running back to the car.

I’m out of time.

Of one of the two men still gunning for him, the shorter one made the mistake of looking back at his buddy headed for the SUV. Stone pressed the balls of his feet into the ground and pushed, lunging forward with all the speed and strength his inner predator allowed.

He caught the short man off-guard and they fell to the ground.

Stone positioned himself to land on the bottom, meaning the taller man couldn’t fire without hitting his comrade as well. Fangs erupted from his mouth and he sank them into the neck of the man struggling on top of him.

He scrambled to his feet, holding the now bleeding man up in front of him as a shield. The goon was struggling for breath, quickly bleeding out. The two of them barreled into the taller man. As soon as the guy hit the ground, Stone let go of his previous victim and wrapped his hands around the fallen guy’s neck.

He gave the man’s neck a savage twist.

The last man standing was already in the car. He was staring out of the driver’s side window at his dead or maimed friends splayed out on the asphalt. Stone ran toward the SUV, snarling. The man fumbled with the keys, glancing from the ignition to Stone, clearly panicking.

Stone tore the door off the car as easily as if he were shredding paper. Apparently superhuman strength came easy when the life of someone he cared about was in danger. The thought almost made him stumble.

Do I care about her?

The man went for his gun, but Stone got a hold of his hand first, bending it at an unnatural angle. The man howled in pain. The howl turned into a roar as orange fur started to ripple over the man’s face, the tiger shifter slipping into his shift.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Stone growled as he yanked the man out of the car and pulled him into a headlock.

The man struggled at first, clawing at his hands. It just made Stone hold on tighter. Soon the man’s body went limp, the shift broken as he ran out of oxygen. Stone picked the man’s gun up from the car.

One of the goons, the one who got hit in the knee, was crawling along the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He was reaching for the 9mm that flew out of his hand before.

Stone flexed his finger on the trigger, the aftershock of the shot rippling through his body like music he’d missed too long.

The man stopped moving.

Stone was nearly frantic as he ran to the parking lot, fishing his phone out from his pocket at the same time.

She has to be alright,
he told himself feverishly, before he forced himself to refocus on the situation at hand.

He picked the oldest car he could find and yanked the door open.

How did this go again…
he thought, messing with the wires under the steering wheel.

The car started just as Selina answered her burner.

“Stone?”

“Get out of the car and go to that mall we passed on our way to the motel. Stand near the main entrance, I’m coming to get you,” he rattled off before hanging up and stepping on the gas.

He reached the huge box of a building in about six minutes. Selina was already pacing out front, looking sweaty and out of breath. He pulled up, throwing the passenger door open. She climbed in and they peeled off.

“You’re bleeding,” she remarked, voice shaky.

Stone glanced down at the scratches on his forearms.

“You should see the other guy,” he countered, trying to lighten the mood.

“How did they find us? Who was that who called you?” Selina asked, overwhelmed, her sweet face twisted in a worried frown.

“I have a friend who’s good with computers. He let me know someone gained access to my credit card. From there, they could see I rented a car. Probably either bought off or threatened someone at the rental company and got the LoJack info,” Stone explained while weighing his options.

“So we can’t use your credit card anymore,” Selina deduced and Stone could hear her stomach grumble.

They hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.

“I have others,” Stone shrugged. “Right now, we need friends more than we need money,” he added, knowing what he had to do. “We need to regroup somewhere safe and I need more information on the Crimson Claws.”

He was already reluctantly plotting a course out of town.

“You have a plan?”

Her eyes were glued to the rearview mirror.

“I don’t know how far Parker’s reach goes. There’s one person who I can count on to not sell me out. But she won’t be exactly thrilled to see me after the way things ended.”

Realization spread over Selina’s face.

“Wait a minute. That sounds awfully like we’re going to see your ex-girlfriend.”

“That’s exactly what we’re doing.”

Hopefully Kate doesn’t stab me on sight.

The odds were about fifty-fifty, if he were being optimistic.

S
tone pulled
up to a lavish villa with a meticulous garden out front after about two hours of driving. A valet appeared out of nowhere, opening the door for Selina and holding a hand out to Stone for the keys.

She scrambled out, watching the exchange with a slight smirk.

“Sorry,” Stone shrugged, offering the valet what passed for his apologetic look.

It didn’t change much on his expression, truth be told.

I don’t think he’s that sorry,
Selina thought with a private smile.

The valet arched a perfectly groomed brow at the mess of wires shooting out from under the wheel before getting in with obvious reluctance.

As Stone walked around the car to escort Selina into the house, a man in a suit stopped them at the front door.

“Mr. Calloway. Do you have an appointment?” he asked in an even tone.

“This is an emergency,” Stone answered, staring the man down.

Next to Stone’s 6’5’’ frame, the doorman was completely dwarfed. Selina seriously doubted that the man could keep Stone from going wherever he pleased, regardless of having an appointment.

The man mumbled something into his sleeve, making Selina giggle. She couldn’t help it. This was all too ridiculous, nothing seemed like real life anymore.

How did I end up in a Bond movie? And since when is Bond a lion?

She wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about that. Parker gave her the creeps and though Selina was certain she’d still feel that way regardless of him being a shifter, it certainly didn’t help. However with Stone, she felt perfectly comfortable and his lion didn’t scare her.

Though her rational mind told her that it probably should have.

Selina noticed the man was wearing an earpiece. A minute passed with them all standing around in awkward silence until the guard suddenly stepped aside and opened the door for them.

“Miss Walker is waiting for you in the study,” he said.

Stone led the way through a maze of airy, bright rooms to heavy double-doors. He knocked before entering what looked like a private library, the shelves filled with thick, old-looking volumes.

A blond, fit woman sat on one of the leather couches, impeccably curled hair grazing her delicate shoulders. She was wearing a flowery blouse and a crisp, white pencil skirt along with heels that probably cost more than Selina’s monthly salary.

She stood to face Stone with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her slate grey eyes.

“Stone. Didn’t expect to see you back here. And you’ve brought a guest,” she said, briefly glancing at Selina.

Her voice sounded perfect for a woman owning a mansion like this. It fit her to a T.

“Kate. I wouldn’t bother you unless I had no other choice.”

Stone’s body was tense, coiled like a spring. Selina quirked a brow at that. He’d seemed so unflappable in the face of danger, yet staring down an ex got him wound up.

“I just got word of a bloody altercation in front of a fleabag motel,” Kate said absently, looking pointedly at Stone’s bloody arms.

“You wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would you?”

Her voice was sweet as honey now.

“The Crimson Claws are after this woman. I’ve been hired to protect her,” was all that Stone offered as a response.

It made Selina stand up a little taller. It also earned her a longer look from Kate.

“Where are my manners?” she said, the smile never leaving her face.

Selina shook Kate’s outstretched hand, conjuring up what she hoped looked like a friendly expression.

“I’m Selina, nice to meet you.”

“Kate Walker. And let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’d like to know what kind of trouble you’ve brought to my doorstep before I decide whether meeting you is ‘nice’ or not,” she countered, eyes chilly.

“Give it a break, Kate. She’s been through a lot,” Stone growled, defensive.

Kate lifted her hands in a sign of surrender, rolling her eyes.

“So after all that moral grandstanding, you’re back to your old ways,” she said, gesturing for Stone and Selina to take a seat on one of the couches as she turned her back on them to return to her seat.

She elegantly lowered herself into an armchair, legs crossing. Everything about her made Selina feel inadequate. Especially now, when she was sweaty, her hair in a tangled mess, wearing jeans a number too small and Stone’s t-shirt.

What old ways?
Selina wondered, but kept her mouth shut.

“I’m doing an old friend a favor,” Stone countered, eyes throwing daggers Kate’s way.

“Of course. Isn’t that always how it starts?” she said with a haughty laugh.

“One of the upper level guys from Crimson Claws is determined to make Selina his mate against her wishes. I would like to keep that from happening. Will you help us or not?”

“What’s his name, this guy?” Kate asked, arching a brow.

“Parker,” Selina answered softly, wondering if she would ever get his face out of her head.

Kate pursed her lips.

“I’m guessing that’s Parker Reeves, one of Crimson Claws’ lieutenants. Blond hair, a scar on his face?” she asked, turning to Selina.

“That’s the one. Do you know him?”

Kate sank deeper into her chair, tapping her chin with perfectly manicured fingers.

Everything about her was so put together that Selina felt like she was more staring at a piece of art than a person.

“Anyone with any sense left would kick you two out right now. The Crimson Claws are well on their way to owning Chicago, anyone who willingly crosses them is a damn fool. A few of their lieutenants have cocked up lately and slowed them down a little, but that’s nothing in the grand scheme. Holland… Jackson… I think they’re learning from their mistakes and you’re messing with the wrong people” she said, eyes moving between Selina and Stone.

“I still have business there. You know this, Stone.”

Selina’s heart sank. Her gaze flickered to Stone, who was looking as steely as ever.

I hope he has a plan B.

“They’re powerful, no doubt about that, but they’re also a bunch of arrogant assholes. River, the guy rumored to be in charge, has been keeping a low profile. Most of his own right hand guys don’t know what he looks like. And I’ve heard stories about this Parker guy…” Kate continued uninterrupted, throwing Selina a pitying look.

“Every woman has a right to choose who she wants to be with, even if that choice is stupid.”

Her gaze flitted to Stone and Selina found herself holding her breath, studying Stone’s expression.

What do you care? He can be with whoever he wants, it’s none of my business,
she reminded herself, though something was telling her that she didn’t care quite as little as she wanted to pretend.

“So I will help you the best I can, but under no circumstances will I openly stand against the Crimson Claws, is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Stone answered with a small smile.

Kate stood and Selina and Stone followed suit.

“I trust you still remember where the guest bedroom is?” Kate asked.

Stone nodded, glancing at Selina with an encouraging smile.

“I need to make some calls. Get some rest, you both look terrible,” Kate said with a healthy dose of exaggerated disdain.

Her derisive tone didn’t fool Selina. She had a strong feeling the woman’s hard exterior was just a protective front. And she had just agreed to help them with no small risk to herself. Emotions took over as Selina stepped forward and grabbed Kate into a tight hug.

Kate sputtered in protest.

“I just had this outfit dry-cleaned!” she protested, arms stiffly at her sides.

Stone let out a strangled cough and Selina released Kate with a smile.

“Thank you,” she said, looking Kate straight in the eye.

“Yes, yes, go already,” Kate waved them off, her cheeks flushed red.

Selina noticed something resembling a genuine smile tugging at Kate’s lips.

“Brave,” Stone said, leaning in slightly as Selina walked side by side with him out of the study. “Her bite is far worse than her growl.”

Selina followed Stone to the guest bedroom, blushing from the compliment. The bedroom matched the rest of the house, carefully decorated in creams and pastels, fresh flowers on the nightstand next to the massive bed covered in a tasteful arrangement of pillows.

Selina plopped down on a small settee by the window.

“So… that’s your ex. Got to say, not what I pictured,” she mused, taking in the lavish room.

But who would you picture with him then? Yourself?

Stone chuckled.

“Don’t let her looks fool you. She is tough, merciless and not afraid to get her hands dirty,” he said, stretching his arms above his head.

Selina followed the movement with her eyes.

“Get her hands dirty with what, exactly? And how did you two meet in the first place?” Selina probed.

Stone and Kate seemed to come from different worlds, yet something connected them. If she could find out more, maybe she could figure out what that was and gain more insight into Stone in the process.

The man wasn’t easy to read and she wanted to know as much as she could about him.

“She’s a… problem solver for the wealthy and powerful,” Stone said vaguely, ignoring the other question.

“You don’t have to protect me from the harsh realities of the world, it’s a bit too late for that anyway.”

Selina’s tone was bitter. She was tired of stumbling around in the dark, told what and when to do and little else.

Stone looked at her for what felt like a very long time. His green eyes bore into her with an intensity she had never felt before. Selina squared her shoulders and stared back, determined not to back down.

“You won’t like what I tell you.”

“I’d like to come to that conclusion on my own, thank you very much,” Selina countered, angrily now.

“She’s a hitwoman,” Stone said, eyes still locked onto hers. “She kills people for a living. And she’s very good at it.”

Selina gulped.

“And?” she pressed on, voice growing hoarse.

“We met on the job,” he answered.

Oh.