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

Chapter 11 While she was lost in thought, Everett stepped up, hauled her off the floor by her collar, and demanded again. "Why did you put a hit on Skylar?" Fiona's shrieks were echoing in her ears. Thalia felt a chill crawl up her spine, and her limbs turned to jelly. "Everett, how could I? I had no idea it was her! We've been together for years-you have to trust me. Fiona is just trying to take me down with her!" Everett's grip loosened slightly, but the smoldering rage in his dark eyes didn't fade.

He saw right through her lie in a heartbeat, but he was desperate to give her one last chance. "You can mess with anyone in the world, Thalia. Anyone but Skylar." "I'm going to dig into this. If I find your fingerprints on it, you know exactly what's coming for you." Thalia swallowed hard, her throat tight with terror. She didn't dare say another word. Everett turned and walked away. On their way out, they passed the iron cages holding Dragon, Cain, and Vince. In just two hours, the three of them had been broken beyond recognition.

Vince's mouth was a crimson ruin, his own teeth scattered at his feet. His skin was shredded, he looked more like raw meat than a man. Dragon's fingernails had been ripped out. Guards were forcing his raw, bloody hands into a vat of chili water, and he was hissing through gritted agony. s snapped at an unnatural angle. He was naked, his lower body a pulpy mess of gore that wouldn't stop leaking onto the floor. orced to his knees, using his one good hand to shove handfuls of rotting seafood into his mouth. The sight made Thalia's stomach do a violent somersault.

But one look at the stone-cold expression on Everett's face made her choke back the urge to retch. Everett stood perfectly still, his gaze fixed on Dragon and Cain as they paid the price. Their screams were hitting pitches that didn't even sound human anymore. Dragon spotted Everett outside the bars and began to wail, tears streaming down his face. "Mr. Wilder! I'm sorry! Just kill me! Put a bullet in my head and end this!" " Cain dropped a writhing octopus and joined in the begging. "Mr. Wilder! Please! I didn't know it was her!

Kill me now and I'll beg her for forgiveness in hell!" Every time they opened their mouths to beg, the guards cranked up the voltage on the cattle prods! Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It. 52.6% Chapter 11 As Everett watched, the only image in his mind was Skylar. He knew exactly what happened to the "livestock" in the Juarez dungeons. What Dragon and Cain were feeling now was barely a fraction of what Skylar had endured. Because of one man's lazy mistake, his pampered princess had been dragged from her throne and thrown into a meat grinder.

The thought brought the taste of copper to the back of his throat. Pure, unadulterated regret was clawing at his insides. Thalia couldn't take another second of the carnage. She forced herself to speak. "Everett... let's just go." Everett snapped back to the present. He needed to be with Skylar. He wasn't going to waste another minute on these pieces of trash. Before turning away, he barked an order to his assistant. "Keep them breathing. Don't let them die yet. When Skylar wakes up, she gets to finish them herself." "And find everyone else who touched her.

I want them all in cages." "Understood, Boss," the assistant replied. Just as Everett turned to leave, he heard Vince's ragged, broken voice from the corner. "Boss... tell the lady... tell her I'm sorry. If I hadn't been so stupid... she wouldn't have gone through this." Vince had watched Skylar grow up, too. He loved her almost as much as Everett did. If he had just said one more sentence, the world wouldn't have burned. Everett didn't answer. He just walked out of the hellhole. With Dragon and Cain as the new examples, the rest of the Juarez staff were paralyzed with fear.

They were terrified that the next "nobody" they touched might be another VIP who could get them flayed alive. Everett put his assistant in temporary charge of the compound. Everything else would wait until Skylar made the call. Once the house was in order, the convoy headed for the airport. The second the wheels touched the tarmac, he had his team tracking her location. Thalia hesitated for a long time before finally speaking up. "Everett, I'm going to head back to the estate to check on the kids." Everett was too drained to even look at her. He turned to his head of security, Sam.

"Take her to the estate. And Sam? No one leaves that house without my personal say-so. No one." "Got it, Boss." 11:12 Bad Move. Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob Now Your Queen Runs It 54 40% Sam stepped forward and gave Thalia a cold, professional gesture toward the waiting car. "After you, ma'am." The second Thalia was gone, the intel came in. The Jefferson family mountain retreat. Everett didn't waste a heartbeat. "Go. Now." C (0) 666 (0) Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It. 56.1% admin