14 Days of Hustle – Day 4
Copyright © 2015 Cynthia D’Alba
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. Publication
She turned to go to the kitchen, but Slade was faster. He grabbed her arm and jerked her back against the counter. The hard edge slammed into her side and back, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream as the pain shot through her.
“Not without what’s due me.”
“Let go of me,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Hey! What’s going on? Is everything okay, Porchia?”
Porchia and Slade turned toward the deep, masculine voice. Porchia’s heart skipped a beat or more at the sight of Darren Montgomery standing in her kitchen door, a freshly baked apple fritter in his hand. Taller than Slade and more muscular, Darren wore a threatening scowl on his face. He pointedly moved his gaze down to where Slade’s fingers were pressing into Porchia’s flesh and then back up to Slade’s face. He took a step toward them.