Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 90

Oliver sighed, the weight of his world in his breath, "Then let me just be this way, okay?"

Rowan, grinding his teeth in fury, was interrupted by Brandon's timely arrival. "Rowan, you little snake. Believe me, I'll skin you alive if I have to!"

The formidable and furious Brandon stormed in, only to halt in his tracks at the sight of Josefina. The air around him shifted palpably.

How could he let his future granddaughter-in-law witness his violent tendencies? Absolutely not!

Rowan, filled with a mix of grievance and defiance, protested, "Dad, you've got to see what Oliver did! He shot my hand! He's a murderer. I'll press charges. I'll see him behind bars!"

In a heartbeat, Brandon transformed into the picture of a gentle, benevolent grandfather, "Josie, are you here for Oliver? I'll just take Rowan, the dumbass, out of here. You two chat."

With a mere glance from Brandon, the two bodyguards who had followed him swiftly escorted Rowan away. Rowan roared, "Whose father are you? Whose side are you on? He's a lunatic, so why do you side with him? You've got more than one grandson!"

Brandon clenched his teeth, shooting Rowan a venomous glare. He then turned back to face the stunned Josefina and broke into an amiable smile. "Josie, don’t worry yourself. I'll lock Rowan away. By the time you join the family, you won't have to lay eyes on him or let him spoil your mood."

Josefina began, "Brandon, I..."

"Josie, just keep Oliver company for now. I've got some things to handle." With another knowing look, Brandon and his entourage departed.

Outside, tension crackled as George's men kept their guns trained on Rowan's allies. Neither side yielded, locked in a stalemate.

Rowan was injured and unaided, not because his people wouldn't, but because they dared not move.

Brandon barked fiercely, "What are you all waiting for? Standing around like a bunch of statues! Get lost!"

Rowan’s protectors scattered, knowing their boss was already taken and their presence there was futile.

George, watching Rowan being led away, exhaled in relief.