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, making clear they

observed. "Those girls might be

facade cracked. "Nobody disrespects me like that. Teach

Danielle struck. Even drunk, she moved with lethal precision-one kick sent a thug flying, another crashing down before she could

knife flashed behind her, she sensed it without looking, spinning into a kick that sent the attacker sprawling. Blood sprayed as bones cracked with a

the alcohol kick in, started to

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

okay?" David asked the swaying girl. Her flushed

solely on him

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

seriously hot," she said, her