The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 16

“Aargh!”

Scarman barely managed to get up before the guy with glasses crashed into him again. Both of them ended up sprawled on the ground, moaning and cursing.

Sensing things were about to get ugly, the other two men rushed in together.

Charlotte’s lips curled into a sly smile. She grabbed one guy by the shoulders, vaulted up, and sent a spinning kick right across the other man’s face.

He stumbled back, dropped to one knee, and when he touched his nose, his fingers came away bloody. What the hell was going on?

The last guy just stood there, staring at Charlotte like he’d seen a ghost. He barely got his mouth open to beg for mercy before she slapped him across the face, punched him hard on the other side, and finished him off with a brutal hit between the legs. He dropped, clutching himself, face twisted in pain.

Charlotte stood there, totally calm, rubbing her wrist. She pointed at Scarman, her voice sharp and impatient. “Pick up the milk.”

The four men exchanged glances, suddenly stone-cold sober. How had they just lost to a girl who looked barely old enough for high school? Must’ve been the booze.

Scarman struggled to his feet, yanked a knife from his pocket, and his eyes burned red with anger. “Kill that little bitch!”

The four of them charged again.

Charlotte just rolled her eyes. “Idiots.”

Whatever. It had been way too long since she’d had a good fight.

She was just about to jump in when a metal rod flew past her, smacking straight into Scarman’s hand.

The knife clattered to the ground, the sound ringing out in the night.

“Who the hell just hit me?” Scarman shouted, clutching his hand and looking around wildly.

Suddenly, headlights blazed behind them, flooding the alley with harsh white light.

The men shielded their eyes.

From where she stood, Charlotte could make out a slate-blue Bugatti parked with reckless confidence in the dark. A tall man in a black suit leaned against the car door, cigarette pinched between his fingers, the kind of presence you could feel in your bones.

A few seconds later, he flicked the ash from his cigarette, lips quirking in a lazy smile.

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