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.

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

wrong! Just let

We can pay you

first time. We swear we won’t

“Please, I’m begging you…”

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

man started to sweat nervously. Finally, he stuttered, “I meant

echoed him, “Yeah, right! We’ve

Yvette stepped closer, pulling out a black pill from nowhere,

it. Panic set in as he

your energy. I don’t like wasting time

just

her drink. They assaulted her, recording the entire act to blackmail her. If she dared to report it, they threatened to post the video online. A few

he fooled the old lady, claiming there wasn’t enough evidence. They even took the note the girl

mean for any of this

having fun. But that

We never thought it would

their confession, they didn’t even dare to look

smoke curl into the night silently. A wave of irritation bubbled up inside her, giving her eyes a fierce, unsettling glint. Just as the flame was about to singe her fingers, she pinched it out and shot a text

onto the ground, lightly kicking it with her foot. With a stern expression, she glanced toward a shadowy corner of the alley

opened the box to find it full