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Frankie was clearly reveling in the attention, his mischievous grin spreading wider as he watched the others react. Despite their initial indifference, they were starting to engage—perhaps more out of curiosity than anything else. But Yvette, as always, remained unfazed.
“Are you really going to try to seduce her?” Emmett asked, clearly not buying into Frankie’s bravado. “You can’t be serious, right?”
Frankie threw his hands up with exaggerated confidence. “Hey, you never know! She might like my charm.” His tone was joking, but there was an underlying sense of challenge, as if testing the waters.
Yvette didn’t respond immediately, her eyes still fixed on her phone. But she allowed herself a small, almost imperceptible smirk. “You can try,” she said, her voice cool and detached. “But don’t blame me if you end up in a worse position than you already are.”
Frankie’s smirk faltered for just a second, but he quickly recovered, too stubborn to back down. “I can handle anything, Yve. You know that.”
Sienna, who had been quietly sipping her milk and following the conversation with a slight smile, finally spoke up. “If you really want to mess with Braydon, it’s not going to be about seducing a woman.” Her words were calm, but they carried an undercurrent of something more calculated. “It’s about using leverage. Getting to him where it hurts.”
The others turned to look at her, surprised at her perspective. “Leverage?” Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
Sienna took a sip of her milk, her expression serious now. “I’ve heard things. Braydon doesn’t have any romantic ties. Not like you think, at least. But he has one weakness: he’s obsessed with this woman. And no, it’s not about romance. It’s deeper than that.” She glanced at Yvette, almost as if weighing her words carefully. “It’s like… a personal challenge for him. He can’t let go. The woman he wants but can’t have. He’s driven by that.”
Emmett and Chris exchanged glances, both intrigued by Sienna’s insight. They had always known Braydon as the ruthless kingpin of Mysonna, but hearing it from someone who had ties to Nathan made it feel more real.
Yvette, who had been silent during Sienna’s explanation, finally lifted her gaze from her phone, her expression unreadable. “You all seem to be really invested in Braydon’s problems,” she said, her voice sharp but calm. “But here’s a question: why are we still talking about him? If you want to mess with Braydon, you’d better be prepared to deal with the consequences. It’s not a game you just walk away from.”
Frankie, undeterred by her tone, leaned back in his chair with a confident grin. “I’m not scared of Braydon Goodman. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, Yve. It’s just a matter of time before he comes crawling back. If anyone’s got the upper hand, it’s you.”
Yvette gave him a cold, humorless smile. “Don’t mistake confidence for intelligence, Frankie. You want to mess with Braydon? Fine. But I’d advise you to think long and hard about whether you can actually handle what comes next.”
Her words seemed to hang in the air, heavy with implication. The table fell silent for a moment, the weight of her warning settling on everyone’s shoulders.
Emmett broke the silence with a sigh, glancing at his sandwich. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not getting involved in anything more with Braydon Goodman. We’ve all seen what he’s capable of.” He looked at Yvette, his gaze lingering for a moment before he continued. “But if you say he’s obsessed with you… well, that’s a whole different level of crazy.”
Yvette simply shrugged, looking unconcerned. “Braydon has his problems, just like everyone else. But they’re his to deal with, not mine.” She gave a slight, almost imperceptible glance at Frankie. “And I wouldn’t count on him crawling back. He’s the type to burn everything down before admitting he’s lost.”
Frankie looked at her, something flickering in his eyes—whether it was admiration or just a challenge, no one could quite tell. “You think he’s that much of a fool?”
Yvette’s lips curled into a faint smile. “I know it.”
There was a pause before Chris leaned forward, breaking the tension in the air. “So what’s next, Yve? You just gonna sit back and let Braydon run around playing his games?”
Yvette finished her drink and placed the cup down with a deliberate slowness. She didn’t respond immediately, instead letting the quiet settle in around them. After a moment, she looked up and met Chris’ eyes, her expression calculating. “Next?” she said, voice low. “Next, I take my time. Braydon’s not the only one with plans. He’ll come to me when he’s ready. And when he does, I’ll make sure he regrets ever underestimating me.”
Frankie couldn’t help but grin at the calm, calculated confidence in her words. “Well, that’s more like the Yve I know.”
Yvette just smiled faintly, the kind of smile that suggested she knew exactly what was coming—and that the storm on the horizon was one no one would be able to stop.
