Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 611

That scene-the one that left her feeling breathless, scared, and cornered-kept looping in Susanna's mind.

Whether she liked it or not, whether she could accept it or not, Susanna knew it wasn't going away anytime soon.

Because her mother... was involved too.

Hull, Barnaby, Silas, and Enzo made their way down the hall toward the study. As they passed by Susanna's room, Hull paused, tilting his head ever so slightly. His presence was chilly, commanding-so much so that Enzo was the first to break the tension.

"Let's head to the study," he said quickly, shooting a look at the other two. Then he set off, the others trailing after him.

Barnaby, bringing up the rear, smirked to himself. Men with women in their lives really were a different breed.

But then again, he thought, Hull hadn't even bothered to tell Susanna where he was going earlier.

Once the others had gone, Hull turned back and gripped the doorknob to Susanna's room. It didn't budge. Locked-clearly Susanna had barricaded herself in again.

His stern features softened, and a hint of a mischievous, almost devilish smile crept onto his lips.

"Susie," he called, his voice low and gentle-something rare for him.

Inside, Susanna sat on the edge of her bed. Maybe she was just too worried about her mother, but when she'd seen Hull and his guys return with blood on their clothes, she hadn't felt the terror she expected. If anything, she was too caught up in her own head to even notice the odd warmth in Hull's voice.

She replied, barely above a whisper, "What do you want?"

and it showed-even

taken aback by her lack of

"Open up."

"Nope," Susanna shot back.

so quick to

dropped a little, just enough to

his voice snapped her out of her daze-her thoughts, scattered just seconds ago,

this time, her voice

on her sudden shift.

just... I just want to be alone for a bit," she managed,

just wanted

more suspicious. He could

he said again, this time with an edge that brooked

time he'd climbed in through the balcony. There was no hiding from this guy, no matter how

door. The first thing she saw was his broad chest-streaked

shot

herself mid-reach, snatching her

told her not

to fuss, not to

to fuss, not