Single Mama's Got More Drama
I was locking the door to my condo when I sensed them. Sensed them and knew they meant trouble.
Securing my keys in the palm of my hand, I immediately reached down and scooped up my two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Rayna, who was standing to my left. It was an instinctive, protective gesturebecause I knew this was going to be bad.
Then, fearing the worst, I slowly turned.
My stomach lurched. Standing behind me were two very large men. One African-American, one Caucasian. Both looking like they abused steroids and had just escaped from prison.
"Vanessa Cain?" the white man asked, his voice raspy. Harsh.
I swallowed. Stalled for time.
"You are Vanessa Cain, right?" the man continued. Tattoos covered both of his forearms, which didn't exactly give me a warm and fuzzy feeling about him.
Nerves had me shifting my weight from one foot to the other. "Who wants to know?"
"We're here to help you vacate Tassie Johnson's condo," the black man said, his words sounding like a threat.
I chuckled nervously as I met his stern gaze."Excuse me?"
"It's time you leave," he told me."And never come back."
"This is my home." I pressed my face to my ... read full excerpt from: Single Mama's Got More Drama ebook