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

up. When Xander first showed up, he'd been fuming about Yvonne and the Schultzes, talking about revenge and teaching Yvonne a lesson. Now he sounded like he was trying to save her

quiet one of the group. "Hey, Grady, what do you think? Is he telling the truth now, or is this

beer and shrugged. "Either way,

she's not exactly the sentimental type. Not an ounce

now, something just felt

to him. "You better watch yourself with Yvonne, man. Don't get

tone, this whole thing was just business. But if

marrying her was like bringing home

...

bars were buzzing late into

whole estate was bathed in moonlight, wrapped

dim bedroom echoed with a woman's muffled pleas

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

waves.

yet

"No, please, I can't-"

and rough. "Tomorrow, I'll take you to

which had been pushing him

a sly smile curved

trembling, "You... you promise you're not

eyes, luminous in the moonlight, were as