Yvonne Finley was drenched in cold sweat, boiling from rage. A vicious grip had tightened around her heart. Such blatant malevolence, ruining a person in the most unforgivable and venomous way, was utterly atrocious!
She had been a part of Warrior Tucker's life for over a decade.
Nobody understood better than her what Tucker had been through, the bloody struggle from her past to where she stood now.
However, Sophia Clark had easily and nonchalantly pushed her into death's grip.
This woman.
From the very beginning, she had orchestrated a trap.
By approaching her, to indirectly strike at Tucker.
Repeatedly and ruthlessly tearing at others' wounds, like a slaughterer, brandishing the knife and profiting from bloodshed.
"Sophia Clark, take back your words."
Yvonne's hands and feet were icy cold.
She feared Tucker would be drawn back into the past.
