Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

But in front of Yvonne, how could she possibly back down? She shot back immediately, "Please, more like I should be chasing you down!"

Yvonne's sharp retort earned a dramatic gasp. "Excuse me?!"

Before she could say anything else, the leader of the group, a burly guy with a mean look in his eyes, raised his fist and barked, "Alright, boys-let's give Ms. Quinn a real warm welcome. Loosen her up, will ya?"

His tone was downright vicious, and the words "loosen her up” sounded more like a threat than an invitation.

Yvonne muttered under her breath, "Oh, for crying out loud. They really are here for me?"

Whose goons were these? Dan Murray's? Or maybe Aira Wilson's?

The moment the order was given, a dozen thugs swarmed at Yvonne all at once.

She whipped out her pistol and took out the first guy who lunged at her.

But there were too many, and they were too close. Even with her skills, she couldn't keep the upper hand for long.

Before she knew it, the whole thing had turned into a chaotic brawl.

off to the side, arms crossed, watching the show. Yvonne gritted her teeth and snapped, "Skye, you

me all those fancy gadgets are

nearly exploded. "Are

enough from her, and now she

contain herself. "You must be out of your

her stash of goodies? Not

her eyes, arms still

for, Skye. I swear, after this, you're

how you're gonna get out of this

amateurs-they were here to

behind

a flick of her wrist, a slender silver dart shot from between her fingers, headed

from Yvonne's head. The guy shrieked and dropped like a sack

"Just so you know, unless you

care if you save

17.

mouth, Skye's dart found another target, knocking a second thug out cold. "You know what your problem is?

was speechless.