Breaking by Hannah Sparks

My firefighter neighbor just ripped my ex off my front door…

Last night, my ex showed up and was pounding on my door.

He was yelling loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.

I opened it and told him to leave, but he shoved his way in and started screaming that I ruined his life and I owe him everything.

I pushed him back and tried to close the door but he grabbed the frame with both hands and wedged his foot in the gap.

I was shoving the door with everything I had, and it wasn’t moving.

Suddenly, his body jerked backward and the hands disappeared from the frame.

I opened the door and Easton had him by the collar, still in full uniform.

My ex tried to say something and Easton tightened his grip.

He didn’t yell, didn’t even raise his voice.

He just looked at him and growled,

“She’s not your girl anymore. She’s mine.”