A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 208

A moment ago, he’d been convinced Winona was just trying to scare him.

But now… was she actually serious?

“He wants to team up with the Quincy family,” Jude said hoarsely. “I agreed.”

“To go after Elvis, right?”

Winona’s words sounded like a question, but her tone left no doubt.

If both Tyson and the Quincy family had their sights set on someone, Elvis was always at the top of that list.

“And if you’re right?” Jude managed a bitter smile. “What would you do?”

“Then I’d deeply regret saving you,” Winona replied coldly. “Instead of rescuing one of Elvis’s enemies, maybe I should correct my mistake right now.”

Jude looked at her, his eyes swirling with complicated emotion. “You really care about him that much?”

“Yes,” Winona answered without a hint of hesitation.

Elvis had always protected her—of course she’d do the same for him.

Not that she was worried; with Elvis’s strength, Jude and Tyson didn’t stand a chance.

Maybe she didn’t need to bother with any of this.

But knowing the way those two operated, always scheming in the shadows, she hated the idea of them creating problems for Elvis.

That alone was enough to make her blood boil.

Jude stayed silent, his gaze dropping, eyes suspiciously bright.

“Jude, I’m giving you two choices now,” Winona said flatly. “Either I send you to meet your maker right here, or you remember that I saved your life, and stop plotting behind Elvis’s back.”

“Miss Thorne, are you really using your kindness as leverage?”

“So what if I am?” Winona didn’t flinch. “The fact is, you owe me your life.”

Jude let out a short laugh.

“Miss Thorne… I really do admire your style.”

She would always side with Elvis.

That meant the Thorne family would always stand by the Rogers family.

And she wanted Jude to remember—he owed her his life.

Even if he broke his promise, at least he’d hesitate next time.

The man nodded in understanding.

He spotted Elvis approaching and, taking the hint, slipped away quietly.

Elvis reached Winona and didn’t bother to ask what had just gone on with Jude. He simply reached out, gently cupping her cheek, and asked, “Are you hungry?”

“A little,” Winona replied, leaning into his embrace and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Aren’t you even curious what I was talking to Jude about?”

“When you’re ready to tell me, you will,” Elvis said with a tender smile.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care; he just wanted her to know she’d always have her space.