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,

observed. "Those girls

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

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

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

kick in, started to get

for her heart. At that critical moment, David’s boot caught Draco

asked the swaying girl. Her flushed face and

her gaze fixed solely on him despite the crowd. Something unnamed passed between

pockets. Finding nothing, she wobbled over to

said, her