Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Dan was gasping for breath.

Right now, standing before him, Yvonne looked every bit the judge and jury. And he—well, he couldn't get a single word out in his defense.

She... yeah. She wasn't stupid. Not one bit.

The first time Dan met Yvonne, he'd known she was sharp as a tack. That's why, every move he made around her, he was extra careful.

But now, with Dan clamming up in front of her, Yvonne's voice turned into a low, growling demand. "Answer me."

Scar burst into the room just in time to find Yvonne with her hand clamped tight around Dan's throat, squeezing harder and harder.

He rushed forward, desperate to pull her off. "Ms. Quinn, you can't do this to our boss!"

"Bang!" Before he could even react, Yvonne's boot connected with Scar and sent him crashing to the floor.

Fury radiated from Yvonne, and it seemed to give her even more strength. Scar hit the ground hard, groaning.

Yvonne's grip on Dan's neck only tightened. Scar looked over, panic in his eyes, at Dan's calm, almost resigned face. "Sir!" he shouted.

But Dan just kept his eyes locked on Yvonne, neither fighting back nor looking away.

He was gambling-gambling on whatever feelings Yvonne might still have for him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she'd hesitate.

flicker of mercy, maybe a little

Nothing.

cold resolve. The pressure

leapt at Yvonne again, this time wild with desperation. That finally

Yvonne was trying to kill Dan, then Scar had

his knee. She was too fast-Scar never stood a chance.

on the hospital

back to him, dark and murderous. Dan's breath came quick and shallow. "You really gonna kill

after finding

Of course.

eyes wasn't pain or regret it was

her eyes. "You deserve

At those words, his heart seemed to drop

laugh.

trust Xander so damn much? What kind of fairy tales

And the first thing she did was come

about it, the

disgust as a

face. "You dang up

tell you something: no matter who you name-drop,

you left behind