Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver sighed, the weight of his world in his breath, "Then let me just be this way, okay?"

Rowan, grinding his teeth in fury, was interrupted by Brandon's timely arrival. "Rowan, you little snake. Believe me, I'll skin you alive if I have to!"

The formidable and furious Brandon stormed in, only to halt in his tracks at the sight of Josefina. The air around him shifted palpably.

How could he let his future granddaughter-in-law witness his violent tendencies? Absolutely not!

Rowan, filled with a mix of grievance and defiance, protested, "Dad, you've got to see what Oliver did! He shot my hand! He's a murderer. I'll press charges. I'll see him behind bars!"

In a heartbeat, Brandon transformed into the picture of a gentle, benevolent grandfather, "Josie, are you here for Oliver? I'll just take Rowan, the dumbass, out of here. You two chat."

With a mere glance from Brandon, the two bodyguards who had followed him swiftly escorted Rowan away. Rowan roared, "Whose father are you? Whose side are you on? He's a lunatic, so why do you side with him? You've got more than one grandson!"

teeth, shooting Rowan a venomous glare. He then turned back to face the stunned Josefina and broke into an amiable smile. "Josie, don't worry yourself. I'll lock Rowan away. By the time you join the family, you won't have to lay eyes on him or let him

Josefina began, "Brandon, I..."

to handle." With another knowing look, Brandon and his entourage departed. S~ᴇaʀᴄh

crackled as George's men kept their guns trained on Rowan's allies. Neither side

was injured and unaided, not because his people wouldn't, but because they

you all waiting for? Standing around like a bunch of statues! Get lost!" Rowan's protectors scattered, knowing

being led away, exhaled in

and she's more useful than anyone

George nodded, "Understood."

a fresh jug of juice and a selection of pastries before quickly making themselves scarce. Josefina, taking in the now immaculate living

are you alright?" she

Josefina found herself beneath him on the couch, locked under

I look alright