From Ashes of Scandal to His Embrace (Laurinda) novel Chapter 335

“Scared? If anyone should be scared, it’s them.”

Laurinda flashed a confident, almost reckless smile. It had been way too long since her last real fight. With these guys showing up out of nowhere, it was the perfect chance to see if she’d lost her touch.

Adolphus couldn’t help but smile too, watching her glow. He loved seeing her like this, wild and unafraid.

“Alright, let’s make this interesting.”

He drove with one hand, popping open the glove box with the other. Two handguns sat inside.

Laurinda grabbed one, surprised to see it was the latest model. She arched an eyebrow.

“We’re really using these in Cabinda?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just do your thing. With Locke on our side, even if the numbers doubled, she’d handle it.”

Laurinda had to admit, having real backup felt amazing. With support like this, there was no reason to hold back. If these people wanted trouble, she’d make sure none of them walked away.

The car rolled to a stop halfway up a deserted mountain. Laurinda and Adolphus stepped out, cool and collected, eyes sweeping over five neatly parked cars and more than thirty people climbing out.

Everyone was armed, some with guns.

Two against thirty. It looked hopeless for them, but Laurinda almost found it funny.

The group drew closer, the leader strolling forward, completely unhurried. In his mind, Laurinda and Adolphus were already dead.

He smirked at their relaxed attitude.

“Hand over what you’ve got. Maybe I’ll let you die with your body in one piece.”

As soon as he spoke, Laurinda recognized him. So, they were here for her.

Laurinda and Adolphus moved as one. Chaos exploded.

Adolphus fought with brutal efficiency, ripping a baseball bat from someone’s hands and swinging hard at anyone who came close, targeting their weak spots before they even had a chance to fight back.

Laurinda’s baton cut through the air with a sharp whistle. Every strike landed with force, tearing through flesh, leaving the men howling or collapsing in pain.

Her eyes were wild, bloodshot, like she’d turned into some avenging spirit.

It was over in minutes. Thirty men, now just a heap on the ground, groaning and barely breathing, weapons scattered everywhere. Silence settled, heavy and strange.

Adolphus and Laurinda stood by the pile of bodies. Adolphus pulled a wet wipe from his pocket, gently cleaning the blood from Laurinda’s hands.

“I’ll make a call,” he said softly. “Someone will come clean this up.”