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.

for even a flicker of mercy,

Nothing.

he'd hoped for. Just cold

wild with desperation. That finally pried her off

trying to kill Dan, then Scar had no reason to hold anything back.

barely left his mouth before Yvonne drove her boot straight into his knee. She was too fast-Scar never stood

sat there on

flicked back to him, dark and murderous. Dan's breath came

beaten him senseless when she thought he'd slept with her. And now, after finding out he was the one pulling the strings at Black

Of course.

eyes wasn't pain or regret

her eyes. "You deserve

words, his heart

out a shaky laugh. "Yeah? I deserve to

Xander so damn much? What kind of fairy tales did he

clothes, she must've just come back from Yoreland. And the first thing she did

he thought about it,

with disgust as a whip, she

the face. "You

matter who you

you left behind