Heads or Tails (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 4) by Celia Kyle
Authors: Celia Kyle
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Chapter One
Hillary really wished she had some sort of superpower. It didn’t even have to be one of the more known abilities. She’d be happy with something small and insignificant, such as being able to turn her finger into a metal key instead of a lion claw. Mainly because as she stared at a locked door, a key would be really helpful. A lion claw… Not so much.
She just wished…
Nothing. She wished for nothing. After sitting behind a locked door for over twenty years, she’d finally accepted that hoping and praying got her nothing. And yet… She’d heard the whispers and low growls, snatched a look at a newspaper blowing in the wind drifting across the street, and she the recognized the scent of fear that hovered in the air. Something had changed . And if she played her cards right, and waited for just the right moment, she might escape.
Or rather, she might have escaped had she played her cards right the first time around. But she hadn’t and so now she sat alone in her room staring at a locked door.
Which… brought her back around to wishing she had a superpower.
Hillary sighed and flopped onto her bed. It was one of the nicer ones she’d had over the years even if the location left much to be desired. The mattress was plush and soft with just the right amount of give without being too squishy. And bonus, the whole room was hers alone. Considering the first fifteen years of her imprisonment had been spent sharing a room with one half-mad werelion or another, this was heaven.
Mostly. It wasn’t quite so heavenly when the activities outside her room, and the sounds that came through the thick door, insinuated there was some heavy-duty movement going on. Not super surprising. She couldn’t count the number of times they’d changed location, but the situation seemed so very, very different than all the others.
In the past, Tony Davis—head of the werelion branch of the Colletti crime family—directed everything. In the present, Tony was behind bars.
“Get your ass in gear! We need to get the fuck out of here!” Johnny bellowed, and Hillary felt the vibrations in her bones. Damn, the big fucker was scared. And that guy… he was never fearful. Nothing ever rocked his boat. He was almost seven feet of rock hard crazed asshole.
“I said get the fuck moving!” Panic filled his tone. Then a heavy thud was immediately followed by an echoing crack of wood and her door bowed slightly, a thin line now bisecting the panel.
Obviously somebody did not have their listening ears on and Johnny was throwing things, or werelions, around.
Hillary rolled from the bed and padded to the door. She banged her fist on the solid wood and raised her voice to be heard. “Hey! What’s going on?”
And she heard… nothing. Not really surprising. Her jailers weren’t exactly happy about keeping an eye on her. When the responsibility of watching over the Colletti/Davis omega werelion was weighed against shooting and killing people, the omega thing tended to lose.
Hey, she would be happy to relieve them of their duty and waltz on out of the building, but they never took her up on the offer. Something about the boss being scarier than her. Whatever.
Another crash, this one shaking the entire wall and little bits of the popcorn ceiling rained down on her. She shook her head and dislodged the dust, sneezing when some tickled her nose. Seriously? She’d just washed her hair.
Her lioness whimpered and whined—concerned that Hillary was about to start some shit—but she totally wasn’t. The animal didn’t believe her and Hillary couldn’t blame the kitty. Her human half had gotten her into a lot of trouble over the years and she was ready to experience some more now.
“Aldo! Is that you? You gotta stand up to Johnny, man. Don’t let him throw you into walls. You gotta demand some—” A bellowing roar from Johnny cut off the rest of her statement and she crossed her arms over her chest as she waited for him to
Hillary really wished she had some sort of superpower. It didn’t even have to be one of the more known abilities. She’d be happy with something small and insignificant, such as being able to turn her finger into a metal key instead of a lion claw. Mainly because as she stared at a locked door, a key would be really helpful. A lion claw… Not so much.
She just wished…
Nothing. She wished for nothing. After sitting behind a locked door for over twenty years, she’d finally accepted that hoping and praying got her nothing. And yet… She’d heard the whispers and low growls, snatched a look at a newspaper blowing in the wind drifting across the street, and she the recognized the scent of fear that hovered in the air. Something had changed . And if she played her cards right, and waited for just the right moment, she might escape.
Or rather, she might have escaped had she played her cards right the first time around. But she hadn’t and so now she sat alone in her room staring at a locked door.
Which… brought her back around to wishing she had a superpower.
Hillary sighed and flopped onto her bed. It was one of the nicer ones she’d had over the years even if the location left much to be desired. The mattress was plush and soft with just the right amount of give without being too squishy. And bonus, the whole room was hers alone. Considering the first fifteen years of her imprisonment had been spent sharing a room with one half-mad werelion or another, this was heaven.
Mostly. It wasn’t quite so heavenly when the activities outside her room, and the sounds that came through the thick door, insinuated there was some heavy-duty movement going on. Not super surprising. She couldn’t count the number of times they’d changed location, but the situation seemed so very, very different than all the others.
In the past, Tony Davis—head of the werelion branch of the Colletti crime family—directed everything. In the present, Tony was behind bars.
“Get your ass in gear! We need to get the fuck out of here!” Johnny bellowed, and Hillary felt the vibrations in her bones. Damn, the big fucker was scared. And that guy… he was never fearful. Nothing ever rocked his boat. He was almost seven feet of rock hard crazed asshole.
“I said get the fuck moving!” Panic filled his tone. Then a heavy thud was immediately followed by an echoing crack of wood and her door bowed slightly, a thin line now bisecting the panel.
Obviously somebody did not have their listening ears on and Johnny was throwing things, or werelions, around.
Hillary rolled from the bed and padded to the door. She banged her fist on the solid wood and raised her voice to be heard. “Hey! What’s going on?”
And she heard… nothing. Not really surprising. Her jailers weren’t exactly happy about keeping an eye on her. When the responsibility of watching over the Colletti/Davis omega werelion was weighed against shooting and killing people, the omega thing tended to lose.
Hey, she would be happy to relieve them of their duty and waltz on out of the building, but they never took her up on the offer. Something about the boss being scarier than her. Whatever.
Another crash, this one shaking the entire wall and little bits of the popcorn ceiling rained down on her. She shook her head and dislodged the dust, sneezing when some tickled her nose. Seriously? She’d just washed her hair.
Her lioness whimpered and whined—concerned that Hillary was about to start some shit—but she totally wasn’t. The animal didn’t believe her and Hillary couldn’t blame the kitty. Her human half had gotten her into a lot of trouble over the years and she was ready to experience some more now.
“Aldo! Is that you? You gotta stand up to Johnny, man. Don’t let him throw you into walls. You gotta demand some—” A bellowing roar from Johnny cut off the rest of her statement and she crossed her arms over her chest as she waited for him to
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