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.
Skye, meanwhile, just stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching the show. Yvonne gritted her teeth and snapped, “Skye, you damn traitor! Having fun over there?”
“Beg me. Tell me all those fancy gadgets are mine, and I’ll jump in right now.”
Yvonne nearly exploded. “Are you kidding me?!”
This woman had already stolen enough from her, and now she wanted everything? The nerve!
Fuming, Yvonne could barely contain herself. “You must be out of your mind.”
Give Skye her stash of goodies? Not in a million years.
Skye just rolled her eyes, arms still crossed, and kept spectating.
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