Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

With lightning speed, Josefina sent the gang leader's teeth flying with a swift punch. Her foot snapped out to send the blond punk sprawling. Her right hook arced through the air, landing a vicious blow on another assailant's cheek. She was a blur of movement, each punch finding its mark.

Behind her, a man emerged from a car with a long knife, slashing at Josefina's head. Josefina dodged, grabbed his wrist, and wrenched the knife from his grip. With a swift slice, she opened a gash on his arm. She stepped back, her knife swinging with precision.

In no time, the ground was filled with groans of pain. As Josefina turned to leave, she spotted a familiar car approaching.

She looked down at the fallen thugs, as if she were staring at the dead. "Tell anyone who asks that you did this to each other!"

The boss, bewildered, asked, "Why?"

Her cold gaze fell on him. "Want a ticket to hell? Then, by all means, spill the truth."

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you were all fighting over my good

boss sighed. Damn it, this job had cost him more than

others might spill the truth, Josefina swiftly applied acupuncture

his arms. "Don't be scared. It's my

the injured men. "What's going on here? You

their fault. They were fighting over

his answer, her chilling stare making the man wish

Oliver's sleeve, Josefina pleaded, "I want to get out of

George the keys to Josefina's car, instructing

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up, startled. "Oliver, why are you looking at me like that?" His gaze was

concern.