Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Yvette stumbled out of the bar, feeling a little buzzed. The cool night air hit her, helping her head clear up. She glanced at the group of eager guys nearby, her eyes cold, almost hostile, as if they were already done for.

Yvette halted in her tracks. The guys kept chatting about their next moves and the kind of fun they were chasing. It took them a moment to notice she wasn’t following. They turned back, ready to grab her.

“Let go of me, or I’ll chop off that hand and feed it to the dogs,” Yvette warned.

The guys froze, taken aback by her fierce words. But they quickly regained their swagger, spitting on the ground and laughing crude jokes. Come on, darling, you’re with us. No need to play hard to get.”

“Let’s go to the back alley.” Yvette rolled up her sleeves casually and stretched, thinking a little venting could help her shake off the effects of the drinks faster.

Seeing Yvette not pushing back and even suggesting the back alley, the guys eagerly followed her lead.

Ten minutes later, down the alley behind the bar, the cocky group was now scattered on the ground–some with busted heads, others with broken legs, and one guy had a crushed nose. The worst off was so beaten up that you couldn’t even recognize his face anymore.

They had tried to use some kind of drug on Yvette, thinking they had knocked her out cold. Just as they were about to make their move, she suddenly opened her eyes–sharp and focused. She hadn’t been drugged at all.

Of course, Yvette was ready for anything. A drug? Please! She knew all about that stuff. How dare they use a quick–acting drug that lasted only an hour on her?

Ten minutes had gone by, and now they were pinned to the ground, taking a beating. Every time one of them tried to sneak in an attack, it was like she had eyes everywhere. They felt like their insides were being crushed with every hit.

They couldn’t believe how utterly they were losing to a woman. Every attempt to fight back only led to more pain. These guys were truly scared now, tossing aside all ideas of pride. They realized that if this kept up, they might end up paying with their lives.

Yvette leaned in slightly, giving off an air of both arrogance and playful mischief. Disgusted with the blood on her hands, she tore a piece of fabric from her jacket, wiped off the stains, and tossed it carelessly to the ground.

if she wasn’t just ripping fabric but their souls. One by one, they bent down

were wrong!

We

time. We swear

“Please, I’m begging you…”

was a surreal sight–grown men begging a girl. Yet Yvette stood firm, her chilling gaze fixed on

to sweat nervously. Finally, he stuttered, “I meant this is the second time! Yes, the second time!

quickly echoed him, “Yeah, right! We’ve

black pill from nowhere, and shoved it into the mouth

he swallowed it. Panic set in as he started gagging, clawing at

waste your energy. I don’t like wasting time on nonsense. Want to leave a last message?” Yvette said

Please, just give

at a bar. She was new at such a place–just a good student dragged along by her friends. They spotted her and, when her back was turned, slipped something into her drink. They assaulted her, recording the entire

to file a report. We paid off the deputy chief of police, and he fooled the old lady, claiming there wasn’t enough evidence. They even took the note the girl left behind. The poor grandma couldn’t handle it and ended

for any of this to

were just having fun. But that girl took it

never thought it would end

didn’t

her, giving her eyes a fierce, unsettling glint. Just as the flame was about

it with her foot. With a stern expression, she glanced toward a shadowy corner of the alley and then to the men standing in front of her. “Eat this, and

it full of colorful candies that looked surprisingly