Chapter 58

• When her friends are threatened, her temper takes over. In no time, she pulled her nine mils from the end table drawer and with two hands, pointed it at Greg’s chest. “You touch her again...I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off. Toss my security key she gave you onto the floor and then get the hell out of my apartment.” His eyes widened like boulders as he stared at her gun. “Move! I’m calling the cops, so your ass better get moving.” Sandi narrowed her eyes as his gaze moved from her gun to her eyes, trying to judge if she was bluffing.
• He threw the keycard at Kiera and backed toward the door, his eyes glaring at Kiera.
• “Forget about her. She’s not your property. I know your license plate number, so you better go somewhere they can’t find you, fucker. Take the tramp you screwed last night with you.”