I couldn't help but swear out loud as I raked fresh dirt over the blood splatters across my yard. It was hotter than hell, and I had work to do inside the grow. Tossing a glare over my shoulder, I said loudly, "You could at least eat a little more neatly."
The satisfied purr of my tiger, Shiva, rumbled across the yard. With a yawn that showed row upon row of white fangs, she rolled from her stomach onto her back, amber eyes watching me all the while.
I had adopted Shiva when she was a cub. Well, kidnapped was more accurate. Some asshat was attempting to use her as some cheap petting zoo gimmick. When no one was looking, I had snuck her into my backpack and promptly left. Since then, Shiva had been guarding my grow and snacking on trespassers.
"Don't do that," I sighed, leaning on the rake, "You know you're too damn cute when you do that."
Shiva did a decent job, but I apparently needed to up my security. I was still seething over the fact that I had to pop more Lavender Jones seeds to replace the destroyed plant.
"If I hire more help," I told Shiva as I began to make my way towards the now repaired door, "You better not eat them."
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Big Cats and Cowboys | A Striker x Reader Series
RomanceWhen sinners kept risking their necks to sneak into your grow, you decide to up the security. That is when you meet a handsome, if not slightly terrifying, cowboy. From the creator of Dancing with Danger and Shadows and Sinners. I do not own Hellu...
