Dan said, "Once we''re divorced, you can make as big a scene as you want, all

    right?"

    Yvonne shot back, "Who the hell said I want to make a scene? Who do you think

    you are, anyway?"

    As if she was some crazy ex-wife, always causing trouble. The way he said it

    made Yvonne''s blood boil.

    Dan sighed, "Fine, fine. I''m nobody, just sign the papers."

    No matter what they talked about, it always circled back to signing those damn

    divorce papers.

    Yvonne was seething, grinding her teeth so hard her jaw ached. She had half a

    mind to smack him, but at this point, she was too exhausted for a fight-and that

    just made her even angrier.

    Back in the old days, if she was pissed at someone, she''d just punch the source

    of her rage, and the anger would ease right up. Not now. Now it just festered.

    So instead, she did the next best thing-she bit him.

    Outside, Chloe had gotten into a full-on brawl with Dan''s men.

    Yvonne had only been inside the mansion for ten minutes when bodyguards

    started appearing from every direction. It was obvious-Yvonne had walked

    straight into a trap.

    Worried sick, Chloe immediately called backup, but help wasn''ting fast

    enough. Desperate, she pulled out her gun and started firing warning shots,

    sending the whole estate into chaos.

    Carroll, seeing someone brazenly attacking their turf, didn''t hesitate he went to

    grab his own shotgun, ready to put Chloe down.

    But just as he cocked the weapon, Dan came down the stairs.

    "Boss?"

    Dan''s right cheek was swollen, and Carroll figured Yvonne must''ve punched him.

    That woman was something else-nody-like manners at all. Seeing Dan like

    that only made Carroll more pissed; he was ready to take Chloe out for Yvonne''s

    sake.

    But then he took a closer look...

    That wasn''t a bruise from a punch. Those were perfect teeth marks-two clear

    rows.

    Carroll gaped. "Uh..."

    Dan winced, rubbing his cheek. "She''s got teeth like a little wolf."

    Carroll didn''t know what to say. He''d seen bruised faces, sure, but actual bite

    marks? That was a first.

    He scowled, muttering, "Where''s Ms. Quinn?"

    Compared to Scar, Carroll was more restrained-Scar had always called Yvonne

    a witch to her face.

    Dan replied, "She''s exhausted. I told her to get some sleep."

    Carroll''s jaw dropped. Sleep? How

    did he get her to do that? That

    woman had been attacking Dan at

    every chance, her emotions all over

    the ce. And now she was just...

    napping?

    Carroll didn''t buy it, but he wasn''t about to argue.

    Instead, he changed the subject. "That woman outside is out of control. I''ll go take

    care of her."

    That was Carroll-never one for

    weighing options. In his mind,

    anyone who came at them guns

    zing deserved a bullet, in and

    simple No wonder Dan had always

    relied more on Scar when he was

    around.

    Thinking of Scar, Dan''s gaze went cold. He still had a score to settle with Xander

    -he wouldn''t forget.

    But right now, there were more pressing matters.

    Just as Carroll turned to leave, Dan called out, "Wait."

    Carroll stopped, waiting for orders.

    Dan said, "I want her alive."

    Carroll blinked. "Seriously? Isn''t that a bit much?"

    Dan shot him an icy re, and Carroll instantly fell in line. "Yes, boss."

    He left, gun in hand.

    Dan gingerly touched the bite mark

    on his face, wincing. Things with

    Yvonne were already tense as hell. If

    her friend ended up dead at his

    hands, that woman would go

    nuclear.

    Honestly, he was starting to be afraid of her.