Alpha's Last Fight: A Paranormal Shapeshifter BBW Romance by Aubrey Rose, Molly Prince Read Free Book Online

owning any of that money.
    “Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-I-Really-Don’t-Give-A-Fuck. What brings you to the yard?”
    “Good Morning Mr. Hutch.”
    “It’s just Hutch.”
    “Good morning regardless. Is this a thing now? The Yard? Is that what we’re calling it?”
    “It’s an expression. Christ, why the fuck are you guys here? Just ring next time.”
    “Our employers insisted we check up on their investment. In person.”
    They were nervous. I smelled it on them. The stale stench of fear and a genetically encoded desire to run away from the wild beast. But as much as I’d love to run them down, there was little point. If I killed them, two more would rise up to take their place… and their funeral expenses would probably get added to my slate.
    “Fine. What is it?”
    “The weekend’s take was a little on the low side and we were concerned that you seem to have a problem keeping up with your end of the deal.”
    “The weekend’s take was low because of the holiday. Lot of people didn’t get their checks until Monday. Tonight will make up for that. We got a hot card and everyone will be flush.”
    “I’m happy to hear that. Of course the problem is that the weekend was supposed to make up for last month’s shortfall and tonight will have to make up for that too. This is becoming a regular occurrence and it’s reached a point you’re going to need to start considering some alternative options.”
    I wanted to wring his scrawny pencil neck. To just reach out and let him feel the power as I showed him my genetically encoded desire wrapped around his fragile windpipe. I just wanted him to stop talking.
    They didn’t bother sending muscle. Muscle wouldn’t intimidate me. They just sent me offers and counter-offers and payment plans and alternative options that were not far removed from signing on the dotted line with Satan himself.
    I couldn’t blame anyone but myself, though. I’d got us into the mess we were in and even if I couldn’t get us out of it, I could at least maintain the illusion that all was well if I played my cards right.
    Tonight would let us claw back some of the lost ground. But we needed to up our game. Maybe a third fight night every couple of weeks. Others had suggested I look at bringing in some loners, as unpredictable and dangerous as those fuckers were. I drew the line at that. I can’t stand loners.
    I took a deep breath and let my visitors know that our pleasant little meeting was over and that I looked forward to seeing them or some of their indistinguishably ghoulish brethren come payment day.
    I waited until I was sure they were out of earshot before I picked up a chair and hurled it across the room.
    “FUCK!”
    I needed to hurt something. Thank God it was fight day.
     

Chapter Five
    Natalie
    “A dress, a dress, where the hell is a dress?” I rummaged through my closet, searching for something suitable to wear. I hadn’t worn a dress in ages, but I knew I had some things hanging around from high school. If any of them fit me, I would be amazed, but I had promised Tommy.
    Tommy. My Lord. I thought he would have moved on by now to some other town, but I guess some guys never move on.
    “Ha!”
    I pulled out the hanger with the dress half hanging off of it. It was a nice dress, cream colored, and I’d worn it to a few of my mom’s parties.
    “Now the test,” I said. I pulled it over my head and shimmied it down my waist. The fabric was a bit snugger around my hips than it had been in high school, but it would have to do. I smoothed down the wrinkles and studied myself. The A-line hem hit at the knee, and the top was a bit tighter than I remembered—I guess I’d grown in the chest a bit since then, too.
    My cleavage was way too obvious, but I put on a pink cardigan and buttoned it over my chest. There. Perfect. I brushed my hair out and tied it back in a smooth ponytail.
    “Great, Natalie,” I said to myself. “You look like you’re going to church for