Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

A group of rough-looking guys knelt on the ground, surrounded by an intimidating crowd with murder in their eyes. The fear was palpable. They could tell these weren't your average street thugs but something akin to mercenaries.

Oliver swung his baseball bat onto the wounded arm of one, a wicked smirk playing at the corner of his eyes. The man yelped in pain but didn't miss a beat trying to defend himself. "We didn't lay a finger on her, man! She's just... she's just too much."

Cradling his arm, the man seemed to realize that Oliver was completely hoodwinked and in the dark about Josefina's true capabilities. "We didn't hurt her, swear! Instead, she turned us into punching bags. Look at us. We're all banged up!"

Oliver was unimpressed. "What else is new? You expect her to be the one getting hurt?"

"We took a real beating, man! She's got moves like nobody's business-a real-born fighter! I ain't never seen a woman that fierce, sir."

A cold glare shot from Oliver's eyes as he kicked the man's face, planting his foot firmly on his mouth. The man hit the floor, Oliver's shoe silencing him, a clear sign he wanted no more talk.

he got knocked out? Birds of

touch your

feeling sorry for yourself now? You think you didn't

had it coming. The lady's hits

we had it coming. I just love it when your lady

just shook his head. What

realized they hadn't really harmed Josefina, tossed the bat aside, and lifted his shoe from the

by, asked,

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when I get too rough. I better tone it down. Leave 'em breathing, but you deal with the rest," Oliver decided, then walked away, leaving

...

bearing the gifts of late-night fried chicken and

found Oliver seated, a doting gaze in his eyes as he looked at her. "Oliver, what brings you