Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

He asserted confidently, “Certainly.”

“How much?”

Under her scrutiny, the troublemaker wavered.

“Eight hundred thousand.”

Angela's Library

Raegan’s skepticism was palpable. The cemetery’s whisperings had painted this
troublemaker as lazy. He was unlikely to amass such wealth. It smacked of
opportunistic deceit.

“And the promissory note?” Raegan pressed.

Caught without one, the troublemaker bluffed, “No note. I claim eight hundred
thousand, so itis.”

Raegan retorted, “Do we just trust your words?”

Raegan faced the police officer, her voice steady, “Someone flung red paint over
my grandmother's tombstone. I've captured the mess in photographs and can
bring forth witnesses. I'm filing a police report this instant. Moreover, I doubt
Brent ever borrowed money from this man. He's clearly seizing the chance to
bully me for cash.”

Caught off guard, the troublemaker was left reeling.

The notion of him possessing eight hundred thousand seemed ludicrous.

He was merely scouring for a chance at easy money.

His anger surged, oblivious to the young police officer's presence.

He lashed out at Raegan, yanking her hair and hurling her toward the wall.

The sudden violence left everyone frozen, too shocked to intervene.

Raegan’s head throbbed from the rough pull, and as the wall Loomed closer, she
braced for the blow, squeezing her eyes shut.

Then, a loud thud echoed, but the pain wasn’t as searing as she feared.

Raegan felt a familiar warmth envelop her and peered open her eyes to Mitchell's
stern profile.

Disoriented, she gazed into his dark, piercing eyes, half-believing it to be an
illusion.

Mitchell's presence was unexpected and bewildering.

She recoiled on instinct, but his firm grasp steadied her, and she found support
against him.

Meanwhile, the troublemaker was restrained by the police officer, his form
pressed to the ground.

“Do you require medical help?” the police officer inquired.

Raegan shook her head, feeling a slight spin, but declined any medical aid.