Bad Bear: BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (BRIDES fur BEARS Book 1) by Natalie Kristen Page A
Authors: Natalie Kristen
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went to her room and saw
drops of blood on the floor. It was Staci's blood. The scent of her
fear hung in the air, and he detected the scent of another human
male.
He inhaled sharply, and tried
to order his thoughts and emotions. The scent was horribly familiar,
but in his pain and confusion, he just couldn't place it.
Marcus felt his claws
elongating, and he was about to let his angry bear take over when he
heard the sound of another car screech to a halt in front of Staci's
house. His brothers came clattering into the house, speaking and
shushing each other together.
“Marcus!” Joshua
crashed into his shoulder.
“Where's Staci?”
Jax asked, looking around. “Ah! No...”
The twins stared at the
droplets of blood on the floor and their eyes widened. They were
sniffing hard, and they had the same look of cold fury in their eyes.
They recognized the scent of the man who had taken Staci. It was
the same man who had killed their mother, captured them and tortured
them for years.
“Bazl,” Jax and
Joshua growled. “Bazl is not dead!”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Staci opened her eyes and
gasped in pain. She tried her best to ignore that throbbing pain at
the back of her head as she wriggled against the ropes binding her
wrists and ankles.
She cried out in shock as a
spider ran across her bare feet. Blinking hard, she looked around
and saw peeling, cracked walls and boarded up windows. It looked
like she was in an abandoned house. There were some old, dilapidated
houses at the edge of town, so Staci hoped that she was still in
Shadow Point.
Bazl had knocked her out with
a sharp blow to her head, and she had only been vaguely aware of the
sound of a car engine. She had heard no other sound as she drifted
in and out of consciousness.
“Good morning,”
Bazl said pleasantly.
Staci jerked her head in the
direction of his voice. Bazl was sitting on a stool, watching her in
the dark. His blade gleamed as he spun it in the air.
Standing up, Bazl walked over
the pieces of wood strewn on the floor. There was an upturned table
at the corner, and one of the table legs had been snapped off,
leaving behind a sharp, pointed spike. Bazl bent to pick up the
broken table leg as he made his way to her.
He tapped the table leg
against his palm and smiled down at her. “Where would you like
me to start?”
Staci shook her head mutely.
What was he going to do?
Bazl crouched down and
clucked his tongue. “You can scream all you want. No one will
hear you. There's no one on this entire street. Just rows of old
houses that have been earmarked for demolition. I have been watching
Marcus Beck for some time, so I know every nook and cranny of this
town. He thinks I'm dead.” Bazl sniggered. “Revenge
truly is a dish best served cold.”
Staci flinched when he
reached out to touch her. “Pretty,” Bazl mused. “I've
seen Marcus Beck with a few females, but he's never been with the
same woman for more than one night. You must be real special to him.
He even brought you to meet the twins.”
Staci swallowed painfully.
“Y-you saw...”
“Of course I saw. I
make sure I see everything. But nobody sees me, because—no one
sees a dead man.”
Staci bit her lip and
resolved not to make a single sound. She knew that Bazl was going to
hurt her bad. He was going to torture her before killing her. He
would hurt Marcus by hurting the woman he loved.
He wanted Marcus to live
knowing that Staci had screamed for him in the last hours of her
life. She had screamed for him to save her, and he hadn't come.
No. Staci clenched her jaw
tightly. She would not scream. She would endure everything and stay
silent.
I'm not afraid, Marcus.
And I'm not in pain. I don't regret knowing you. I love you, and
please tell Ethel that I love her too .
Bazl studied her for a
moment. He pulled a dusty camcorder out of his jacket and set it on
the floor. The clunky recording device was old but apparently still
workable.
He pressed a button on the
recorder
drops of blood on the floor. It was Staci's blood. The scent of her
fear hung in the air, and he detected the scent of another human
male.
He inhaled sharply, and tried
to order his thoughts and emotions. The scent was horribly familiar,
but in his pain and confusion, he just couldn't place it.
Marcus felt his claws
elongating, and he was about to let his angry bear take over when he
heard the sound of another car screech to a halt in front of Staci's
house. His brothers came clattering into the house, speaking and
shushing each other together.
“Marcus!” Joshua
crashed into his shoulder.
“Where's Staci?”
Jax asked, looking around. “Ah! No...”
The twins stared at the
droplets of blood on the floor and their eyes widened. They were
sniffing hard, and they had the same look of cold fury in their eyes.
They recognized the scent of the man who had taken Staci. It was
the same man who had killed their mother, captured them and tortured
them for years.
“Bazl,” Jax and
Joshua growled. “Bazl is not dead!”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Staci opened her eyes and
gasped in pain. She tried her best to ignore that throbbing pain at
the back of her head as she wriggled against the ropes binding her
wrists and ankles.
She cried out in shock as a
spider ran across her bare feet. Blinking hard, she looked around
and saw peeling, cracked walls and boarded up windows. It looked
like she was in an abandoned house. There were some old, dilapidated
houses at the edge of town, so Staci hoped that she was still in
Shadow Point.
Bazl had knocked her out with
a sharp blow to her head, and she had only been vaguely aware of the
sound of a car engine. She had heard no other sound as she drifted
in and out of consciousness.
“Good morning,”
Bazl said pleasantly.
Staci jerked her head in the
direction of his voice. Bazl was sitting on a stool, watching her in
the dark. His blade gleamed as he spun it in the air.
Standing up, Bazl walked over
the pieces of wood strewn on the floor. There was an upturned table
at the corner, and one of the table legs had been snapped off,
leaving behind a sharp, pointed spike. Bazl bent to pick up the
broken table leg as he made his way to her.
He tapped the table leg
against his palm and smiled down at her. “Where would you like
me to start?”
Staci shook her head mutely.
What was he going to do?
Bazl crouched down and
clucked his tongue. “You can scream all you want. No one will
hear you. There's no one on this entire street. Just rows of old
houses that have been earmarked for demolition. I have been watching
Marcus Beck for some time, so I know every nook and cranny of this
town. He thinks I'm dead.” Bazl sniggered. “Revenge
truly is a dish best served cold.”
Staci flinched when he
reached out to touch her. “Pretty,” Bazl mused. “I've
seen Marcus Beck with a few females, but he's never been with the
same woman for more than one night. You must be real special to him.
He even brought you to meet the twins.”
Staci swallowed painfully.
“Y-you saw...”
“Of course I saw. I
make sure I see everything. But nobody sees me, because—no one
sees a dead man.”
Staci bit her lip and
resolved not to make a single sound. She knew that Bazl was going to
hurt her bad. He was going to torture her before killing her. He
would hurt Marcus by hurting the woman he loved.
He wanted Marcus to live
knowing that Staci had screamed for him in the last hours of her
life. She had screamed for him to save her, and he hadn't come.
No. Staci clenched her jaw
tightly. She would not scream. She would endure everything and stay
silent.
I'm not afraid, Marcus.
And I'm not in pain. I don't regret knowing you. I love you, and
please tell Ethel that I love her too .
Bazl studied her for a
moment. He pulled a dusty camcorder out of his jacket and set it on
the floor. The clunky recording device was old but apparently still
workable.
He pressed a button on the
recorder
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