Flamingo Fugitive (Supernatural Bounty Hunters 5) by E A Price Read Free Book Online

Francine was calmly trying to assess her next move.
    “Francine,” he said, wearily.  “We both know why you’re here, so let’s not play games.  Getting a part this way is virtually a tradition.”
    “I never…” she objected in fluttering outrage.
    He sniggered a dirty, hyena snigger.  “Come now.  Why else would I invite you to my house?  What did you think this was about?”
    “I thought because of my talent…” she started, weakly.
    He howled with laughter as his eyes morphed to the deep dark brown of his beast.  He gave her a hungry look that had they been animals out in the wild, would have said, ‘I’m going to eat you up’.  Ugh, he was enjoying this far too much .  “Oh yes, your talent.  I’m looking at both of your talents right now.”  He ogled her breasts and Francine let out a disgruntled warble that came straight from her bird.
    “Settle down.  If you relax, you might actually enjoy this.  Either way, I don’t care.  But I will get what I want…”
    The dirty bastard moved in for a kiss and Francine screeched in rage…

Chapter Eight
    “Boo!  Bring back the stripper!” howled a particularly aggressive she-wolf.  She appeared to be the spokesperson for the rowdy she-wolf bachelorette party.  The members of which were sporting feather boas, silver plastic cowboy hats and were louder than a group of football fans whose team had just lost.
    “Sorry ladies,” he called giving them a devilish grin.  The grin made most women go weak at the knees.  These were not most women .  They were drunk wolf shifters, and most of them were women who were mated and not given to cheating on their mates.  This was the only opportunity they had to look at another man’s wang without it being weird.  They were not going to let this opportunity go to waste.
    “We want the stripper!” sobbed another, verging on the teary phase of drunkenness.
    Stone finished cuffing the pouting cougar and was now fielding comments, insults and various things being thrown at him.  It had started with women throwing food at him, then progressed to their shoes and now seemed to have descended into bottles of alcohol.
    He roared with the full force of his rhino as he deflected a bottle of whisky.  That thing was full – it was a terrible waste of whisky .  They quieted and looked like a mixture of petulant and pouting schoolgirls.
    “Look, ladies,” he started.
    “Boo!  Let him finish his act!” called the loudest one of the group.  She was also the oldest and was sporting a t-shirt that said ‘grandmother of the bride’.  Yeesh .
    Sadly some of the other she-wolves picked this up and started chanting ‘let him finish’.  Leslie, the blonde stripped with a Farrah Fawcett do, flicked his hair and scowled.
    “Ladies,” said Stone, patiently as his rhino prepared to bolt.  He could stay and fight, but they were women – they’d probably tear him apart .  “This guy missed his court date.  You wanna explain what you’re on trial for?” he asked blondie.
    The man huffed and looked at the ground, sullenly. 
    “He’s on trial for stealing money from the women he strips for.  Whenever he does a bachelorette party, he waits until his clients are passed out, and then he robs them.”
    The she-wolves stopped chanting and glared at the stripper with murderous intent.  Okay, that probably wasn’t a good idea.  Best he make it to the exit quickly.
    “I’m a bounty hunter,” he explained.
    “Ooh!” they all chorused as one.
    “And I…”
    “You’re hot!” called one woman.
    Stone smiled almost modestly.  “Thank you, but…”
    “Take your top off!” called another.
    “No take your pants off!” screamed another.
    “Show us your muscles!”
    “Show us what rhinos hide in their pants!” cackled the grandmother.
    Stone gaped at the advancing women while his rhino sucked in a breath
    *
    “You bitch!” snarled Michael.
    “I told you to get off of me,” said Francine