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.

materialized, all muscle and menace, making clear they

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

defiance, Draco’s facade cracked. "Nobody disrespects me like that. Teach them

drunk, she moved with lethal precision-one kick sent a thug flying, another crashing down before she could catch her

behind her, she sensed it without looking, spinning into a kick that sent the attacker sprawling. Blood sprayed as bones cracked with a sickening crunch. Within seconds, the club floor was littered with groaning bodies and turned into her personal combat

kick in, started to get

fall, Draco’s expression turned vicious. He pulled a blade, aiming for her heart.

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

fixed solely on him despite the crowd. Something unnamed passed

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

seriously hot," she said, her