Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob… Now Your Queen Runs It Novel

Chapter 1 "Uncle Everett, please! Save me!" Skylar screamed, clawing at the chain-link fence. Assault rifles clicked behind her. On the other side, Everett walked away with his first love Thalia on his arm. One month ago, she was his pampered princess. Today, she's raw meat for wolves. The irony? All because Thalia spilled juice on herself and blamed it on Skylar. Now, while Everett peels fruit for his first love, Skylar chokes down raw tentacles in some godforsaken hellhole. The princess is DEAD. The monster? She's just getting STARTED.

- Skylar Jefferson was the only thing the high-stakes monster Everett Wilder ever truly gave a damn about! Everett had raised her for fifteen long years. The man was a cold-blooded executioner to the world, but around Skylar, he'd bury the beast and treat her like a goddamn queen. When they were kids, Skylar got into a spat with a billionaire's brat over some limited-edition designer doll. The second Everett heard about it, he bought the entire toy company and built a private assembly line just for her, filling her estate with more dolls than she knew what to do with.

At a gala, if some idiot dared to talk trash to her, Everett would just give a slight nod, and that person would vanish from the face of the earth. Once, a guy trying to flirt with her made the mistake of brushing her hair, the next day, the kid woke up as an amputee. It didn't stop there-Everett would even handle her most intimate messes, washing her silk linens himself when her period caught her off guard... She was the center of a universe built entirely on his obsession. But that all went to hell a month ago when Everett brought home a woman.

She wasn't just some random girl, she was his first love, Thalia Moore. And she was a divorcee with a set of twins in tow. That same day, Skylar cornered Thalia. "Stay the hell away from my Uncle Everett!" "You've got a failed marriage and kids to deal with, and my uncle is a bachelor with the world at his feet. You're not in his league!" Thalia didn't even blink, she just stared back with a terrifyingly calm expression. "I hear you. Don't worry, I'll get out of his life." Sure enough, Thalia vanished that night.

And Everett-the man who prided himself on absolute control-went completely off the rails, mobilizing private security and a fleet of choppers to launch a scorched-earth search for her. The day Everett dragged Thalia back, he looked at Skylar with eyes like ice. "Skylar, you're an adult now. This is the last time I tolerate your bullshit." Skylar thought he was just blowing off steam. But the next morning, as she sat down for breakfast... Thalia walked in with a glass of juice, acting like she owned the damn place. "See, Skylar? It's not that I won't leave.

Everett just won't let me go." Before Skylar could breathe, Thalia dumped the orange juice right down her dress. Then she turned to Everett and fed him a line of pure crap. "Everett... Sky tried to throw her drink at me, but she tripped and got it on herself!" Everett didn't even check the facts, he just stared at Skylar and said... "That's strike two. Pack your bags for the Border." Just like that, Skylar went from the Wilder family's pampered princess to the living hell of the Juarez Sector. One month later.

On a live-stream camera, Skylar grabbed a writhing, raw octopus and started shoving it into her mouth. The tentacles were suctioning onto her throat, choking her, but she didn't dare stop. Behind the camera, two cold muzzles of assault rifles were pointed straight at her skull. She was beyond full, but she kept stuffing her face like a machine, her eyes glazed over. The chat scrolled relentlessly: "Lame. She looks like a corpse eating. Switching off." "Since the bitch hates seafood so much, make her eat literal shit next time." The viewer count plummeted.

The man standing off-camera spat a curse. "Goddamn useless piece of trash!" He cut the feed, grabbed Skylar by the hair, slammed her onto the table, and reached down to rip up her skirt. "No!! Stop! Please! I'll keep eating! I'll do anything!!" Just as the words left her mouth, a shout echoed from outside. "Wilder is here! Mr. Wilder has arrived!" Skylar's mind went blank for a heartbeat before she exploded with a surge of adrenaline, shoving the man away and bolting for the door.

She burst out of the studio and looked through the chain-link fence-there he was, Everett, surrounded by a phalanx of black-clad security. Skylar ran, screaming with every bit of air in her lungs. "Uncle Everett!" She was inches from scaling the fence when the man caught her, slamming her face-first into the wire mesh. The man unbuckled his belt right there in front of the mercs on guard, tore her skirt away, and forced himself into her. Skylar thrashed violently, her fingernails clawing at the metal fence until they bled, staring at that familiar silhouette. "Uncle Everett!

Everett Wilder!" "SAVE ME!" Everett paused. He turned his head toward the sound. But Thalia stepped forward, blocking his line of sight. "Everett, the air here is disgusting. Let's get out of here." Thalia pinched her nose with one hand and hooked her other arm through Everett's, pulling him away. Skylar watched his retreating back, but before she could scream again, a hand clamped over her mouth and a gun barrel pressed into her temple. "Shut the hell up! You think you can call his name? If you piss off Wilder, this whole camp is dead!

Make another sound and I'll blow your brains out!" Skylar fought like a dying animal, rattling the fence, but it was no use. She could only watch as Everett walked further and further away, her heart sinking into a black hole of despair. Once the first man was done, the next one moved in. By the time the last man had finished, Skylar lay there in rags, her fingers still locked in a death grip on the fence, whispering... "Uncle Everett... please..." The man let out a mocking laugh. "Calling Mr. Wilder 'Uncle'? Who the hell do you think you are?

You're just another piece of 'livestock' Dragon sent over!" admin