Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 705

Just as Yvonne took down the last guy, thinking the night was finally over, two more black SUVs rolled up at the mouth of the alley—and this time, even more men piled out.

Yvonne muttered under her breath, “Oh, for crying out loud… Do these guys have it out for me tonight or what?”

Skye shot her a look. “Well? What are you standing around for? Planning to fight the whole city?”

Yvonne blinked in disbelief. “Wait, you mean… run?”

Skye raised an eyebrow. “You got energy left for another round?”

Yvonne huffed, trying to hide how winded she was. “You think I’m tapped out, huh?”

Truth was, she was running on fumes. After last night’s marathon with that guy—plus sprinting through half the city chasing Skye, then brawling with a dozen goons—her legs were jelly.

Skye just rolled her eyes and, without another word, nimbly vaulted up the iron back gate behind them.

Yvonne gaped. “Are you kidding me? Unbelievable…”

Just then, Xander finally arrived—only to see Yvonne being chased down by a mob.

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. He spun, popped open his trunk, and pulled out a shotgun. Without hesitation, he let loose a barrage at the men swarming Yvonne.

They never saw it coming. As Yvonne scrambled up the gate after Skye, Xander’s ambush sent the whole group sprawling to the pavement.

Only one guy was left conscious, and when he saw Xander coming, he shrank back like he’d just seen the Grim Reaper.

Xander strode forward, each step heavy as a sledgehammer.

“Mr. Schultz!” the guy stammered, recognizing Xander, his voice trembling.

Xander pressed his boot to the man’s chest. “Talk. Who sent you?”

“W-we… I…”

The thug hesitated, clamming up.

A second later, Xander jammed the shotgun’s muzzle against his forehead. “Try again. Was it Aira?”

The man’s eyes went wide, panic written all over his face—but he stayed silent.

Xander smirked. “Dan, then?”

Aira lowered her gaze, swallowing hard.

“Were you with her last night?” she asked, pain leaking into her voice.

Before he could answer, she suddenly broke, her voice raw and desperate. “Why, Dan? After all these years, have I meant nothing to you?”

Dan’s eyes grew even colder.

“She’s your past, Dan! Why can’t you let her go?” Aira’s voice cracked.

How many years had she loved him? She’d lost count—loved him so long, it felt like even a dog would have been moved by now.

But Dan’s heart… was it made of stone?

She looked up at him, voice breaking. “You’ve remembered everything, haven’t you?”

She could see it—the memory in his eyes, the way he looked at her now. Her heart sank with a despair she’d never felt before.

Dan’s gaze was arctic. “You’re the one who messed with my memory, Aira.”