Xander didn’t say a word. There was simply no right answer to a question like that.
Yvonne huffed. “Honestly, I don’t even know what to do with you.”
What an absolute train wreck this was.
Xander reached for her hand. “Come on, don’t be mad, okay?”
She just shot him a withering look.
She was still in shock, trying to make sense of it all. “But seriously… why did you run off?”
He hesitated. “I was on my way back, but by the time I got there, you’d already gone after Dan. Lott and Ashley were practically begging me not to—”
Another glare from Yvonne cut him off.
“Alright, enough. Just stop talking.”
The more he tried to explain, the more it pissed her off.
She remembered that morning all too well. As soon as she was awake, her first instinct was to go hunt down Dan—and “hunting him down” was putting it mildly. She’d brought backup, and they’d beaten him within an inch of his life.
“Okay, okay, I’ll zip it,” Xander said quickly. “Let’s just say things got... pretty intense.”
To hear Xander say “intense” was one thing. To Shawn, Lott, and Ashley, it had been a scene of pure terror.
Meanwhile, Dan was slumped in the back of a car, every bruise throbbing. “That damned woman, Yvonne!” he growled. “I hope when she finally realizes it was Xander, she beats that bastard half to death too!”
Carroll, his driver, kept his eyes on the road.
Beat Mr. Schultz half to death? He almost snorted. “I doubt that’ll happen,” Carroll said, not realizing how deeply the words would cut.
Dan’s glare was lethal. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
What kind of answer was “I doubt that’ll happen”?
Carroll shrugged. “They’re married.”
Dan was silent.
“I mean, it’s completely normal for a married couple to share a bed and have a kid. Why would she beat Mr. Schultz for that?”



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