She Took The House The Car And My Heart

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Chapter 88 Badass Freya

"Not in a good mood? Don't sweat it-we've got just the remedy to turn that frown upside down."

"Stick with us, and we'll teach you the true meaning of happiness."

"I'll scoop you right up, sweetheart."

The men closed in on Freya, their eyes glittering with the hunger of wolves circling easy prey,

As one dared to extend his fingers toward Freya's chest, she seized his wrist, channeling every ounce of her

strength into her grip.

"Ouch!" The man howled in agony, his body quivering involuntarily. "It hurts! Releasenow, or you'll live to

regret it!"

Witnessing their companion's distress, the others sensed the situation spiraling beyond their control and lunged

forward simultaneously.

It was in this critical moment that Freya unleashed her response.

She delivered a powerful kick to the nearest assailant, sending him flying with a resounding thud as his body

collided violently against the wall.

As the remaining men converged, Freya swung her fists with calculated precision, wasting no motion as she left a

trail of bruises and injuries in her wake.

She channeled all the day's accumulated frustrations into each powerful strike.

For every attacker who approached, Freya dispatched them with ruthless efficiency.

Against these untrained adversaries, she required no elaborate techniques or special maneuvers, she simply met

their clumsy advances with devastating punches and kicks.

"Holy hell!"

"I've never been beaten like this in my life."

Their voices dropped to anxious murmurs.

The final man standing grabbed an iron rod and swung it toward Freya, convinced that wielding a weapon would

guarantee victory against a woman.

Reality proved merciless.

As the rod descended, Freya caught it mid-swing with expert timing, wrenched it from his grasp, and struck him

twice in rapid succession

He collapsed to the floor, whimpering

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"What's unfolding over there?" curious onlookers murmured.

"Aren't those the notorious bullies who terrorize this establishment? They've harassed countless women before."

"Why doesn't anyone intervene?" someone questioned.

"How could they possibly help? These cases are difficult to investigate, and

evidence rarely surfaces," cthe resigned reply.

The nightclub buzzed with excited chatter, dozens of eyes fixated on Freya, who stood confidently clutching the

rod, her composed demeanor and striking

appearance captivating everyone in the vicinity.

What a formidable woman! The collective thought hung in the air.

Freya surveyed the defeated group with a clinical gaze.

Three suffered broken ribs, two nursed fractured arms, and all bore numerous injuries across their faces and

torsos.

"I'm going to press charges for assault!" threatened the man who had initially drugged Freya, clutching his

battered stomach and wincing. "You've inflicted serious injuries. Prison awaits you."

Freya tossed the iron rod to the floor, where it landed with an ominous clang.

The men flinched visibly, their bravado crumbling.

"Would you liketo summon the police for you?" Freya inquired, sitting down with commanding presence, her

voice unnervingly calm.

Her actions constituted clear self-defense.

The men gulped nervously, exchanging panicked glances.

Hastily, they devised an alternative strategy.

"Do you have any idea who we are? Cross our path, and you'll never find peace in Jeucwell," one hissed.

"If you beg properly, we might consider letting this incident slide," another suggested with false magnanimity.

"Think about your family. You might be tough, but can you protect everyone you love?" a third threatened

ominously.

They bombarded Freya with repeated threats, growing increasingly desperate.

Freya had initially intended to merely teach them a physical lesson, breaking ribs and arms-serious injuries, but

potentially recoverable.

Now, however, it appeared they deserved to spend several years behind prison bars.

"If you desire a peaceful existence, heed our warning," the men declared, having formulated their approach to

intimidate Freya. "Spend just one night with us, and we'll forget today's unfortunate events. We won't harbor any

grudges."

"Alright," Freya agreed, a dangerous glint in her eye.

The men stared in disbelief.

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Onlookers throughout the club watched with open mouths.

Everyone remained stunned by this unexpected development, including the very men who had made the

proposal.

They had merely spoken those words as a delaying tactic, desperately hoping

their leader would arrive after hearing the disturbance.

But had this formidable woman actually consented?

"You... genuinely agreed?" They struggled to comprehend her response, suspicion lacing their voices.

Freya maintained her composure, her eyes revealing nothing of her intentions. "Didn't you suggest that spending

one night with you would resolve today's unfortunate incident?"

Upon hearing her words, understanding dawned on the men. They had initially perceived her as intimidating, but

now concluded she had just been pretending to be tough.

"Let's proceed. Where are we going?" Freya rose from her seat and assessed them carefully, already calculating

how she would administer another beating once they reached their destination.

"There's accommodation upstairs. Let's utilize those rooms," one suggested.

"Assistin standing," another whimpered.

"Damn! I'll ensure she suffers extensive

for this humiliation!" a third muttered venomously.

They struggled to their feet, grimacing from their injuries, their bruised faces

contorting as they regarded Freya with predatory anticipation.

Freya preserved her authoritative demeanor. "Showthe way."

The men experienced another wave of astonishment.

They questioned whether this situation was actually happening. How could someone who had seemingly

surrendered possess the audacity to speak so commandingly?

"What causes your hesitation?" Freya expressed irritation at their delay. "Hurry! Directto the location."

"Very well. We'll lead you," one of the men conceded through clenched teeth, internally vowing to make her

endure torment for the embarrassment he had suffered today.

Those men harbored no significant suspicions, assuming Freya was merely salvaging her dignity by continuing

her tough fagade.

As they prepared to escort her away, several young women throughout the establishment rose from their seats,

regarding her with evident concern.

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"Miss, you mustn't leave with them. If you concede once, they'll exploit you with increasing severity," one

warned earnestly.

"Precisely!" another added.

"Please don't worry. We'll call the cops. They wouldn't dare threaten your family,"

a third reassured.

Multiple women stood in solidarity, determined to prevent Freya from experiencing

harm.

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Freya's resolve softened momentarily as she turned toward them with appreciation. "Please don't concern

yourselves. | will manage this situation."

The ladies attempted to continue their protest.

"Say another word, and I'll toss you out myself," threatened one of the less severely injured men. "Mind your own

business, or you'll be discovered lifeless on the street tomorrow."

Freya delivered another kick, her movement both fluid and decisive.

The man collapsed forward, his face connecting violently with the floor.

"What are you attempting now?"

"Do you wish for your family to experience suffering?"

"Bitch, you're deliberately provoking us!"

The assemblage of men hurled curses and threats liberally.

Freya positioned herself protectively before the concerned women, examining the

men's menacing expressions before questioning, "You believe you can commit murder without consequences?"

"Continue speaking, and our leader will ensure you never witness another dawn." Their fury escalated

dangerously.

Freya regarded them as though they possessed diminished intelligence. She initially intended to alert the

authorities, recognizing that their arrogance and behavior undoubtedly indicated criminal tendencies.

However, when she reached for her phone, she remembered she hadn't brought it

with her.

Unwilling to engage in further pointless dialogue, she stated simply, "One additional word, and I'll fracture your

remaining arm as well."

Hearing her unflinching declaration, they simmered with rage but remained conspicuously silent.

They likewise lacked the courage to approach her again. Even now, they remained thoroughly intimidated by her

combat prowess, particularly the unfortunate individual who had just experienced another decisive kick.

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