Page 3 of Savage Secrets
Opal was on her feet, arms crossed protectively over her chest. At his sudden entrance, relief washed over her strained features.
He walked right up to Feldman. “Time for you to go.”
The man didn’t immediately stand. The cocky way he relaxed in the leather armchair made Zach curl his fingers. The urge to grab Feldman by the throat and bodily lift him out of the chair blazed through him.
Those anger management classes—and all the years of therapy—fled in a red haze of fury.
Looming over the guy, he used his size and presence to intimidate. “You’ve overstayed your welcome.”
Feldman remained seated for five full heartbeats before he finally stood. His face turned a burnished red color. “I know all about you. You’re the ex-con.”