Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 845

Lottie's crew had already made it to Slatepeak Mines.

Meanwhile, Xander’s people had arrived at Loutan Lake, and Hull’s crew, not to be outdone, was already in Westonville.

The next morning, Yvonne woke up to the news, feeling ridiculously refreshed.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she grinned, popping a fat blueberry into her mouth. “If Black Gate doesn’t hand that person over after all this, I’ll eat my own hat.”

The blueberries from Litamark were something else—sweeter than anything she’d ever tasted, with this fragrant punch that made her want to eat the whole carton.

Xander raised an eyebrow. “So, we’re in the clear now?”

Yvonne reached for another berry, but Xander grabbed her hand and stole it for himself, popping it quickly into his mouth.

Yvonne stared at him, offended. “Seriously?!”

Now her fingers were all sticky and gross with his spit. Ugh. She wiped them off on his shirt, scowling hard enough to curdle milk.

Xander’s face darkened. “What’s that look for?”

“Eat your own damn berries! My fingers are covered in your slobber, you know.”

Xander just glared at her. This woman, honestly.

His phone buzzed on the table. Dan was calling.

Xander glanced at the screen, then at Yvonne. “What do you figure he wants this time?”

Yvonne shrugged. “To beg for mercy?”

Xander almost laughed. This woman… always so direct, never sugarcoating a thing. She really had no idea how men worked.

He answered, not bothering to leave the room. “Mr. Murray, calling to hand her over at last?”

He was echoing Yvonne’s attitude exactly. Before Dan could rant any more, Xander hung up.

Yvonne snorted. “So he says it wasn’t him and we’re supposed to believe it? Please. Those bastards are capable of anything. They think I’ll let my guard down just because he says so? Dream on.”

Xander took a blueberry from her plate and popped it into her mouth, trying to calm her down.

Still, Yvonne huffed. “So what’s the deal? He’s not handing her over?”

Xander’s voice was soft and reassuring. “He will. Just give it time.”

She rolled her eyes, shoving another berry in. “And now he’s whining about getting roughed up last time. Honestly, I just regret not finishing the job. Would’ve saved us the trouble.”

Xander winced, scratching his head.

Yvonne caught his look and cut him off. “Don’t even start. Just pretend you slept with me, okay? Let’s call it even.”