She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 78

Bang! Bang!

Sabrina tilted her head to dodge, swung her right leg, and landed a sharp kick that sent her attacker flying.

In less than five minutes, the second wave of thugs was sprawled out on the floor, groaning in pain.

Cries of agony filled the room.

"If anyone thinks they're tough enough, come at me again." Sabrina shrugged her jacket over her shoulder, ready to leave.

At that moment, sirens wailed outside.

Whoop, whoop, whoop!

"What the hell, who called the cops?"

"Sabrina, can't handle losing, so you call the cops?!”

Sabrina frowned. That was odd—she hadn’t called anyone.

“Freeze!”

The police moved in fast. Leading them was the bar manager, who’d panicked when the fight got out of hand and decided to make the call.

Simon was fuming. Now that the cops were involved, there was no way to keep things quiet.

Twenty officers stormed in, and the whole group, Sabrina included, was hauled off to the police station.

*

Three hours later.

The parents came to collect their kids.

Except for a few of the older troublemakers, who would have to cool their heels a bit longer.

Sabrina’s emergency contact was Samuel.

Her uncle.

Glancing through her contacts, she found only three names: Samuel, Faye, and Wyatt.

Given the situation, Samuel was her best bet.

As for Faye... Sabrina didn’t want anyone tracking her down through her.

Samuel was surprised when Sabrina called, but as soon as he heard she needed him to play the role of her uncle, he dropped everything and rushed over.

Everyone fell silent.

Samuel turned to Sabrina.

“Sabrina, they started it, didn’t they? You only fought back?”

The parents stared in disbelief. What kind of uncle was this? Their kids were the ones who got hurt, and here he was, openly taking her side.

Sabrina, meanwhile, nearly choked at hearing her name spoken so tenderly. Samuel, usually so formal, was suddenly playing the doting uncle. She wasn’t used to it.

Samuel noticed her reaction and smiled even wider. Calling her “Sabrina” sounded affectionate—almost like he would with his own daughter.

Sabrina met his gaze—equal parts indulgent and sly—and nodded.

“What, am I supposed to just let them bite me and do nothing? They started running their mouths about me first.”

The parents were speechless.

Did she just call their kids dogs?

Mrs. Johnson, red-faced and flustered, jabbed a finger at Sabrina. “You—” she began, but whatever she meant to say died on her lips.