The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1677

"Who the heck are you?" Sam struggled, shocked by the grip of the young girl. He hadn't expected a teenage girl to pack such a punch. There was definitely more to her than met the eye!

"Boss, what do we do?" Horace was taken aback. Another crew had shown up, eager to snatch Sam from them, and they were well-armed, while they were completely unarmed.

Suddenly, a swarm of henchmen spilled out from the auction house. They were all under Steward's thumb, working together from the inside out, all to ensure they walked away with Sam tonight.

Now, Arabella and Horace found themselves surrounded on all sides.

"Boss, maybe we should just let them have him for now and we can nab him another time," Horace took one look at the situation and realized escaping from their clutches was going to be nigh on impossible.

"Your friend's got brains." A smirk was curled into Steward’s lips, "But today, none of you are getting away."

He'd been hunting her for two days, and now she'd waltzed right into his hands. Tonight, she was going down too!

"Talking tough, huh," Arabella tossed Sam to Horace and struck fast.

Steward didn't expect to be looked down on by a mere girl. The last time they'd met, he'd been lenient, sparing her his worst out of a twisted sense of chivalry. But not this time. He had his pride as a man to reclaim!

He countered her moves swiftly, and the two were locked in a fierce battle. As the others saw that Sam was with Horace, they moved in, "Hand him over."

"Boss, boss," Horace swallowed hard, realizing all eyes were on him. They had formed a circle with him at the center, steadily closing in. He watched helplessly as they cocked their guns, barrels aimed straight at him.

Horace thought of a phrase: no way out. Even if he had wings to fly, he figured they'd shoot him full of holes.