Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 10-2

Danielle lifted her hazed eyes to meet the man’s greedy and somewhat lewd gaze. "Get lost," she said, her head spinning from the alcohol.

Rather than anger, the man’s expression turned hungry. "Feisty. I like that." His hand reached for her thigh.

"Check a mirror lately? You’re ugly enough to scare a ghost. Who are you to hit on women looking like that?" Juniper yanked Danielle back, unleashing a stream of insults.

The commotion drew attention. The man’s face darkened at the public humiliation. "You want to do this the hard way? You have no idea who I am. Fine, one night with me, and I might forgive your disrespect."

"Go to hell," Juniper spat.

all muscle and menace,

and his crew," Joshua observed. "Those girls might be in trouble. He’s got

Juniper’s defiance, Draco’s facade cracked. "Nobody disrespects me like

drunk, she moved with lethal precision-one kick sent

the attacker sprawling. Blood sprayed as bones cracked with a sickening crunch. Within seconds,

the alcohol kick in, started to get

turned vicious. He pulled a blade, aiming for her heart. At that critical moment, David’s

the swaying girl. Her flushed face and disheveled ponytail stirred something

David through hazy eyes, her gaze fixed solely on

her pockets. Finding nothing, she wobbled over to Juniper’s purse, extracted several hundred-dollar notes, and pressed them

she said,