Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Brandon already had an idea. "Bennett, Josie did me a solid. Go get her a little something, will you?"

Bennett asked, "Sir, what sort of gift should I get?"

Brandon rarely gave out gifts. Ever since Oliver came back, Brandon's marriage with his wife, Minerva, had been on the rocks, and they'd been living apart for years. Minerva had moved abroad and hadn't returned for years. They hadn't even gotten around to filing for divorce.

Without much thought, Brandon blurted out, "Clothes, handbags, jewelry-whatever you see fit. Money's no object, so splurge on the expensive stuff."

Hadn't all his gifts to Josefina so far been along those lines? If girls like them, then buy them.

"Understood, sir. I'll have someone take care of it right away," said Bennett as he whipped out his cell phone to send out the instructions.

that boy embarrasses me, I'll skin

a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

the villa where Rowan lived. Rowan was drowning his sorrows in booze,

sat on the side, her voice laced with concern, "Rowan, ease up on the drink. You're going to wreck your health."

drink if I want to. It's none of your business! Go to bed and stop

feeling helpless, just sat quietly as Oliver came in. Quickly, she said,

it at Oliver,

still, unfazed. Surveying the broken glass, he

another bottle and smashed

be caught in the crossfire. The shards

there, swaying slightly, his eyes seething with malice as he glared at Oliver. The two faced off across the wreckage

you both just

Oliver and Rowan shouted