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."

than objects. He nodded frantically, panic-stricken. "But what should I say? Why would a bunch

say you were all fighting over my good

had cost him more

the others might spill the truth, Josefina swiftly applied acupuncture needles to their pressure points, rendering

heart ache. He enveloped her in his arms. "Don't be scared. It's my fault for being late." Josefina clung to his arm as she gazed into his worried eyes. "Let's go, I'm

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

their fault. They were fighting over this lady's

his answer, her chilling stare making the man wish he could just

pleaded, "I

her away. He handed George the keys to Josefina's car, instructing him to drive it. As for Josefina, Oliver would personally

phone and called Luke to clean up the mess. She couldn't afford a slip-up. sᴇaʀᴄh

why are you looking at me like that?" His gaze was probing, as

of concern. "Why did you come