“Don’t make me come get you.”

They stopped and turned around.

“Where is she,” he barked. If he’d been more human the crazy woman would have killed him. Luckily, his people were very hard of head.

“Your bedroom.”

“Great.” That’s all he needed. Some insane woman ripping up his bedroom. He pushed past his brothers and stalked down the hallway.

He’d just gotten in front of his door when his sister, Kisa, spoke, “Isn’t granddaddy’s shotgun in your room?”

Nik looked at his bedroom door, then hit the ground as wood exploded around him. A hole the size of a basketball punched through it.

Who the hell is this crazy heifer?

***

Angie ejected the shotgun shell and aimed the gun again. Her feet braced firmly apart, her eyes on the hole she’d just created. She needed to get to a car. Or a phone. Preferably both.

This was bad. Really, really bad. She didn’t even know they had tiger shifters. What did tigers do? Christ, weren’t they man-eaters or something? And what about all the Pack-Pride bullshit. Were all cats involved in that or the lions only?

Goddammit! Where the hell is Miki when I need her ass?

Angie realized how quiet it had suddenly become. Real quiet. She strained to hear anything as she took several small steps forward.

She stopped abruptly, closing her eyes. She didn’t know how long he’d been behind her, but she knew he stood there now. She could feel him.

She steadied the gun in her hand and spun around to clobber him with it. But he was fast and strong. He grabbed her around the waist, yanking her up against his naked body with one hand while the other snatched the gun from her.

They stared at each other as he threw the gun out the open balcony window he’d come through. She could feel his hard chest against her tits. Her legs straddled one of his enormous, rock solid thighs.

Holy shit, he’s fuckin’ gorgeous.

He glared at her, “You are so payin’ for that door.”

Then he dropped her on her ass.

Chapter Two

“You rude, motherfucker!”

“You try to kill me in my own home and I’m rude?”

“You kidnapped me!”

“Woman, I did no such thing.” As he spoke, he looked up and saw his brothers staring at him through his poor abused door. He saw the truth in their eyes. Christ, they had kidnapped her. Those idiots!

“Well, how do you explain me getting here, Hillbilly?”

He looked back at the beautiful woman sitting on his floor. Man but she was pretty. Shame she was such a highfalutin’ bitch.

“There seems to be some kind of misunderstanding…”

“Really, Jethro? Ya think?”

He closed his eyes and counted to ten. He neededto remain calm. Although this woman seriously tested the tiger in him. When he opened his eyes again to answer her, calmly, she was diving for the open window.

With a roar that shook the house, he went after her. He had her by the waist before she even reached the balcony. That’s all he needed. Some crazy heifer with a broken leg because she jumped out his second-story window.

“You motherfuckingbastardsonofabitchwhorecocksuckerprick!”

Nik dragged the kicking, screaming woman out of his bedroom and to the room that belonged to his old Aunt Abby. A crazy tigress, she believed everyone plotted constantly in hopes of stealing her valued “possessions.” So when she moved in for the last year of her life, she’d insisted on a lovely closet with a lock on it. For the first time since the old woman died, Nik locked that closet. Right after he tossed the crazy heifer’s butt inside.

She kicked and screamed louder, but Nik ignored it as he adjusted the padlock. He had to find out what the hell his brothers had been up to and he still hadn’t had his cup of coffee.

Nik was not a happy man.

***

Angie banged on the door one more time, but she knew he’d left the room. She felt him leave, even though he did it silently.

“Goddamn redneck!” She hadn’t been this angry in a long time. Not since the judge ordered her to go to anger management. One little incident with a baseball bat and a guy’s knees and suddenly she’s marked as a raging lunatic. Typical.

She felt around in the dark and eventually found a light. Flicking it on, she yelped in surprise and jumped back as far as she could manage.

She stared at the stuffed wolf silently staring back at her. She didn’t want to know if it was once like Sara since, upon death, the shifters didn’t change back.

She bit back a sob of absolute rage. She wanted to go home.

Now!

***

A pair of jeans quickly pulled on, Nik walked into his kitchen. A cup of fresh, hot coffee found its way into his hand and his butt forced into one of the kitchen chairs.

“Drink it, Nik.” Reena ordered as she poured herself a cup. “Before you say or do anything that we’ll all regret, drink your damn coffee.”

With a low growl, he took a sip. French roasted. His cousin and sister knew him well. He had what he considered “foo foo” coffee in his cabinets. But he kept that for company. He liked coffee strong enough to remove old paint.

“Feel better,” Kisa asked as she handed Aleksei, her twin, a piece of cantaloupe. Aleksei took it and took another step toward the exit. As did Bannik. Idiots.

“Don’t even think about leavin’.” Nik took another sip of his coffee. His head hurt. Man, that woman had a lethal way with a toilet.