Bear To The Bone (Bear Claw Security 1) by Terry Bolryder Read Free Book Online Page B

but unwilling to get involved in something involving one of the Aces. Dammit, was anyone in this town brave enough to take them on, other than her and Willow?
    Two women shouldn’t be alone in the world against men like this.
    She heard the roar of another engine and rolled her eyes. Another of Harvey’s cronies to back him up.
    “Let her fucking go,” a low voice growled, and she looked back in shock to see Cage striding toward them, looking intimidating in his tight leather jacket and fitted dark jeans. His black hair was pushed off his face and his eyes were glowing like intense sapphires. He didn’t stop until he reached them, grabbing Harvey’s arm and forcing it behind him.
    Harvey winced and stepped back, nearly spitting in rage. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.
    Cage got between her and the other man. “Staking my claim,” he said.
    “She isn’t claimed,” Harvey said. “She can choose who she wants.”
    “Oh, is that what she was doing?” Cage asked snidely. “Choosing you? That’s not what it looked like to me.”
    “Who the fuck cares what it looks like to you, outsider!” Harvey said, losing his temper and pushing forward with a shove that barely moved Cage at all. Cage wasn’t as bulky as Harvey; he didn’t have the extra fat that Harvey did from years of drinking. But he clearly had a lot better balance and reflexes.
    Cage grabbed Harvey’s collar, lifting him effortlessly off his toes. “You don’t want to get involved with me, Willard. Trust me on that,” he growled.
    Harvey wriggled free and swung at Cage, who dodged. “You think you’re some big shot just because your dad was president and you got an easy entry. You didn’t earn your place in the Aces, and one day, they’re going to see what you are! A pussy.”
    Cage cocked an eyebrow. “Odd choice of insult,” he said. “And the result of a lesser mind.” He kept himself firmly between Harv and Carrie, and she gulped at the sight of his wide, tall back.
    “I’ll show you a lesser mind,” Harv said, pulling off his jacket and tossing it to the side. He rolled up the sleeves of his worn Henley and put up his fists, which were covered with fingerless leather gloves.
    Cage frowned. “I don’t want to fight you. Brothers don’t fight.”
    Harv grinned and his gaze darted to Carrie. “Fight or get out of the way. I’m tired of you interfering. She’d like me if she just got the chance.”
    “That so?” Cage asked, looking back at Carrie.
    Carrie shook her head, feeling sick to her stomach that she was causing him trouble. “No, I don’t think any amount of time with him would bring anything but disgust.”
    “Why, you little—”
    But Harvey didn’t get to finish whatever disgusting thing was going to come out of his mouth. Because as he started toward Carrie with menace in his gaze, Cage stepped forward with one quick, heavy punch that seemed to go straight through Harv’s face and sent him flying back about ten feet.
    No human should be able to punch like that. No matter how long Cage had been in the army or how strong or smart he was.
    Cage just gave her a grin, shaking off his hand. “No problem.”
    She winced, seeing blood drip from a split in his knuckle. Something in her was buzzing, curious. Something was wrong; something had always been mysterious about Cage.
    He’d fought for her before, when she’d been harassed by the Aces as a teen. He’d always stuck up for her as needed. But never like this.
    She’d never seen anyone go flying like that from a single punch.
    She bit her lip. “We should take you home and get you cleaned up.”
    He folded his arms and cocked one hip. “Does that mean you’re inviting one of the Aces into your home?”
    “I’m inviting you,” she said. “Not one of the Aces.” She shook her head and walked forward, her heart still pounding from the adrenaline as Cage picked up a phone and made a call to someone at the club to pick up Harv.
    She was still a