Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 664

Julia rolled up her sleeve, revealing a nasty-looking bruise on her arm.

The timing said it all. Obviously, Skye was the one who'd done it.

Yvonne scowled. "Did she do that to you?"

"Yeah. Even with Aileen helping, neither of us could take her down," Julia admitted, sounding frustrated.

There was no way they could just let Skye get away with this. After all, Skye had already screwed Yvonne over - they couldn't just sit on their hands.

"Skye's been wrestling with wild animals her whole life. We're just not in her league," Aileen chimed in with a sigh.

Yvonne ground her teeth, furious. "If I ever get my hands on that witch..."

Damn Skye. One way or another, as soon as she got back to Ferrowland, she'd hunt her down. And when she did, she'd make Skye cough up every last thing she'd taken.

Aileen nudged her. "I've got some people keeping an eye on her for you."

Yvonne waved her off, grabbing her whiskey and taking a swig. "Don't bother. I'll handle it myself." Last time, three years ago, she'd already dragged her friends into enough mess. This time, it was on her.

The three of them sat together, cursing out Skye between shots of bourbon.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the bar, Xander and his crew were finally getting to the bottom of his and Yvonne's shotgun wedding. Everyone had assumed it was some kind of revenge against the Schultz family.

But Xander snorted. "Dan Murray, that bastard, was missing for six months, and I knew something was up. I'm telling you, he got close to Yvonne with an agenda. That idiot was nearly burned last time."

"So... what are

her walk into the fire again? Hell no. I married her

the Schultzes, talking about revenge and teaching

the quiet one of the group. "Hey, Grady, what do you think? Is he telling the

drained his beer and shrugged. "Either way, he'd

the sentimental type. Not an ounce of softness

now, something

in close to him. "You better watch

tone, this whole thing was just

Yvonne's temper, marrying her was like bringing home a chainsaw and keeping it under your

...

were buzzing late into the

whole estate was bathed in moonlight, wrapped in a kind

a woman's

like she was drifting on an endless tide, carried up and

waves.

her back into his arms yet again, her exhausted mind snapped awake,

"No, please, I can't-"

voice was low and rough. "Tomorrow, I'll take you to meet

which had been

sly smile

whispered, voice trembling, "You... you

luminous in the moonlight, were as soft and uncertain