Free SHAPESHIFTER ROMANCE: Protection of the Wolf (Paranormal Shifter Army Navy Seal Protector Alpha Wolf Romance) (Fantasy Military Action Adventure Urban Werewolf Romance Short Stories) by Emma Taylor Page A

response was perfect. I needed highly trained guys for what I was dealing with.
    “So how long have you been working for your father as a team leader?” I asked as a follow up.
    “It’s going on four years now, so there’s no shortage of experience with me and my team,” Erik said confidently. He took a sip of his coffee and I chewed my lip while thinking about how I would present my situation.
    “So I…have this ex-boyfriend—he’s sort of…well he’s an arms dealer honestly. Of course I could never prove it. For one, because he’s very careful about what he does, and two because he would probably have me kidnapped and locked up in some tower in Guadeloupe.”
    I studied Erik’s features as he digested this.
    “He’d have you locked up, instead of killed?”
    I nodded, Erik was smart to have picked up on that small detail.
    “Yes, in his own twisted, demented way, he really does love me and thinks I’m the only girl for him. He’s very controlling and as you can guess, not even breaking up with him will get him to leave me alone,” I gripped my coffee mug tightly in my hands. Just talking about Christopher made me anxious, as if he might pop up out of the cabinets.
    “Miss King, I can assure you, my team and I have a very high percentage of success with handling cases like yours. We can protect you from this creep, and get him behind bars,” Erik assured me. His gaze was steady and confident, I smiled at him in relief.
    “You’ve got the job,” I said. Erik smiled and shook my hand to accept the job. I just really hoped he was as good as he said.
    *****
    “So I’ll just explain to you how the team operates before I call them over here. Your case is urgent, and I don’t want to leave you unprotected; anything could happen in a short amount of time. Especially with someone as unpredictable and volatile as you’ve described your ex to be,” Erik went into a sort of alpha mode, gone was the relaxed guy on a job interview, Erik was now a full blown ex-SEAL protector.
    “Like I said, I have four men on my team, not including me. One is responsible for surveillance at any place you frequent for long periods of time. For instance, your home and your job. Anywhere Christopher could recognize as your routine stops during the bulk of the week. Another of my men is basically going to be your driver. You will never take a same route twice to get where you need to go, but don’t worry, you’ll always be on time. The two remaining men will be responsible for tracking Christopher, making sure he isn’t following you or preparing to act violently against you, while simultaneously getting all the evidence they need to put this guy away for good.” I took a deep breath when Erik paused to let this all sink in. His team sounded like a well oiled machine.
    “I’ll be acting as your personal body guard; don’t worry I won’t be like an annoying tail. I’ll make sure you get to and from locations safely, then I’ll make sure the areas are safe for the duration of your visits. If there is a tense situation, or Christopher is proving bold, then I’ll have to stick to you like a second skin.” Erik explained everything calmly and gave me a moment to digest everything. We sat in comfortable silence while sipping our coffee.
    “Okay, I’m very confident in you guys,” I said, and smiled at Erik. His lips quirked upward and he inclined his head towards me.
    “I appreciate that, Miss King. So can you tell me what exactly made you feel you need protection?” Erik sat forward in his seat and I took a deep breath.
    “Well, after we broke up last week...Christopher—he sent me these letters. They were love letters at first, then they became threatening. He threatened my life, swore to kidnap me when I least expected it. He wrote that he would…that he would ruin me for any other man. So that I’d only ever be his…” I trailed off as my mind flooded with the memories of reading those horrible letters, left