Chapter 67

Quintessa’s voice was soft and lingering, the kind that could weave its way into a man's very souland leaving an indelible mark.

Every man who had ever heard her speak found himself undone, Intoxicated by the mellifluoustones that seemed to caress the air around them. Yet Tyrone, despite the warm buzz in his ears, waswell aware that her words were far from sweet nothings.

They were deadly serious.

Quintessa meant to kill him.

She had every reason to want him dead after all, he'd caught her red-handed the last time she'droughed up Matthew. There was no innocence in her; she was as ruthless as they come, and herheart was a shade of pitch black. And Tyrone, for all his bravado, knew deep down that he mightnever be able to change her,

But that very danger and that very challenge made him all the more determined to keep her close.Tyrone chuckled, making a low, mischievous sound. “That depends on how you plan to do it. If it's inbed, well, feel free.”

She had her hand slowly climb his neck as she smiled slyly, “I'll make sure you die a happy man, theenvy of every ghost out there.”

Though she spoke with a smirk, the undertones of her words were lethal, and she was keenly awareof their true intent. She genuinely wanted to end Tyrone’s life right then and there.

Without him, she'd be free of the threat he posed.

But in reality, she lacked the means. The disparity in strength between a fit man and a woman wasobvious.

Tyrone's fingers traced the contour of her waist, then gripped it lightly. “I'm right here. Why not giveit a try?”

Quintessa raised an eyebrow. “Sure thing!”

But in the next breath, she added, “Not tonight, though.”

His hand lingered on the slender waist beneath her tracksuit. “What, got some dirty deeds to do?”She matched his gaze with a challenging tilt of her head. “My business? You'd do well to stay out ofit. Even if you do replace out, play dumb. Otherwise, if you know too much, I can't promise how I mighttreat you in the future.” If Tyrone were to uncover too much about Quintessa, she would inevitablycraft a flawless plan to dispose of him. She refused to expose herself to someone as unpredictableas Tyrone. Trust wasn't a luxury she afforded

to men.

He was mesmerized by her eyes — those captivating, sly fox eyes that held within them anundeniable ferocity.

She was a woman who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted.

And Tyrone was itching to tame her. What did he care about her past misdeeds? He was no sainthimself; why should he aspire to be a moral paragon?

He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Tsk, aren't you cold-hearted. We have our littlesecrets, don't we?”

Quintessa scoffed. Secrets? More like threats.

“Get in the car. Wherever you're going, I'll take you. Are you plan to walk in the middle of the night?Haven't you heard news about the young women disappearing lately, only to be found days later?Aren't you the least bit scared?”

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Quintessa retorted sharply. “No need. I'm afraid if I got into your car, they might just replace a malebody instead in a few days.”

She genuinely feared she might not be able to restrain herself from making a move against Tyrone.

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