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

Chapter 15 Everett rubbed his temples and reached out a hand. Sam took the hint and slid the laptop across the desk. "Boss, the main security feed was wiped clean. These files are from the backup hidden cams. The data from Juarez and Golden Branch is still being processed. I'll have it for you in three days, max." "Let me know if you need anything else." With that, Sam took the hint and cleared out. Everett clicked play on the video files. The first thing he saw was the day Thalia arrived-Skylar giving her a cold warning to back the hell off.

The footage showed Thalia packing up and leaving the estate on her own that very night. Then, the next day, Thalia returned. She cornered Skylar, whispered something, and then dumped the juice all over the girl's dress. Seconds later, she was crying to Everett, framing Skylar for an attack she never started. And he, without a second thought, had shipped Skylar to Juarez for "discipline" without asking a single goddamn question. The truth was screaming at him from the screen. Everett had zero excuses left, for himself or for Thalia. He squeezed his eyes shut.

When he opened them, he hurled the laptop across the room, smashing it against the wall. The screen shattered into a million pieces, but the audio kept looping. His own voice echoed through the bedroom, mocking him: "That's strike two. Pack your bags for the Border." Everett couldn't even put a name to the feeling in his gut. Regret, fury, betrayal-it was a toxic cocktail burning through his chest. A metallic tang filled his throat. A second later, he hacked up a spray of dark blood. The crimson droplets hit his black silk robe and vanished into the fabric.

After a long time, Everett cleaned himself up in the bathroom, changed his clothes, and finally walked out of the room. He walked downstairs, his face a cold mask. He noticed only one place setting at the table and looked at the butler. in her room?" Ms. Moore hasn't left the boy's room since yesterday. She says she's worried about him. She's been taking all her meals in there." Everett gave a curt nod. He finished his breakfast in silence and headed straight back to the Jefferson villa. 11:12 Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It.

73.7% Chapter 15 Thalia was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in her son's room. She watched Everett's car pull away and finally felt a small weight lift off her chest. She had brought her daughter into the room earlier that morning. The kids were still fast asleep, completely oblivious to the world falling apart around them. Thalia sat on the edge of the bed and took their small hands in hers. The soft warmth of their skin brought tears to her eyes. She stared at them, trying to burn their faces into her memory forever. "I'm so sorry, babies," she whispered. "But don't you worry.

Mommy will protect you both, even if it kills me." When Everett reached the Jefferson villa, the gates remained shut. The guard spoke through the intercom: "Sorry, Mr. Wilder. Soren's orders are clear. No entry without a damn good reason." Everett knew exactly what Soren meant by a "necessary" reason. He meant blood, an apology, and the truth about what happened to Skylar. Everett didn't try to force his way in this time. Instead, he handed a velvet gift box to the guard. "Give this to Skylar.

Tell her I owe her this-and so much more." The guard opened the box to find a massive sapphire necklace encrusted with diamonds. The stones caught the sunlight, flashing with a brilliance that Nas almost blinding. The guard snapped the box shut. "I'll see that she gets it. Now, get lost." After Everett drove off, the guard brought the box to Soren. Soren glanced at the expensive peace offering, about to tell the guard to trash it, when he saw Skylar's finger twitch. The necklace was forgotten as he tossed the box aside like garbage and barked at the guard to get the doctor.

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