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

Chapter 4 The sharp sting in her leg snapped Skylar back to the present. "All set." Nguyen tied off the bandage. "Stay put for a few days. Stop provoking them. Once Wilder leaves town, things might quiet down a bit." He packed his kit, but as he turned to leave, Skylar grabbed his wrist. "Dr. Nguyen... please. Can you get a message to Everett?" "Tell him my name is Skylar Jefferson. Tell him I'm his niece-you can verify it online in two seconds. Tell him... Skylar just wants her uncle. She doesn't want the Candy House anymore." The "Candy House" was their secret code.

It was the signal that if she was ever in real danger, he would drop everything to save her. Nguyen ripped his hand away instantly. "Are you insane? That's Everett Wilder. I'm not looking to die today. If you want to seduce a big shot, pick someone else. I'm not helping you with this." Ignoring the pain in her leg, Skylar lunged for him again. "I promise, if I get out, I'm taking you with me. I'll give you money, a new life, freedom-anything!" Nguyen wavered, his face showing a flicker of doubt, but he didn't say yes.

"I'll think about it." After he left, Skylar slumped against the corner of the cage, her eyes glued to the heavy steel door. She prayed with every fiber of her being that the next time that door opened, Everett would be the one walking through it. Night fell, and the door finally creaked open. Skylar held her breath in terror. A second later, a blood-soaked body was tossed onto the floor. It was Dr. Nguyen. Cain walked in, his face a mask of rage, followed by a squad of guards. "I said it over and over-stay away from Wilder!

But you just couldn't help yourself, could you?!" Cain kicked open the cage and dragged Skylar out by her hair. "You keep looking for trouble like I'm some kind of saint!" "Today, I'm going to show everyone what happens to a brat who doesn't listen! You want to go for a ride? Fine. Let's start the "Train'!" They pinned Skylar down on a wooden bench as a line of men began to form. "NO!" The blood drained from Skylar's face. "Everett Wilder is my uncle! I'm telling the truth! Please, let me go!" 11:12 Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It.

15.8% Chapter 4 But no one was listening. Her screams tore through the basement. Meanwhile. Everett stood on the penthouse terrace, watching the people below scurry around like ants. The shrill ring of his phone cut through the silence. Everett answered. "Hey, Mom. What's up?" His mother's voice sounded frayed with anxiety. "I don't know, Everett... I just have this horrible feeling. I haven't seen my sweet girl in forever. Where's Skylar?" "Put her on the phone." Everett replied dismissively, "She was acting out. I sent her away to learn some discipline." His mother's voice sharpened.

"Skylar is a Wilder and a Jefferson-she's a princess! What kind of 'discipline' does she need?" "When her parents left her to us, they gave us everything they owned just to ensure she'd be safe! She's never had a hard day in her life. Do you have any idea what you're putting her through?" She paused, her tone turning dead serious. "I know you're obsessed with Thalia right now, but don't you dare hurt Skylar for her. Don't forget, the old Jefferson loyalists are still out there watching." "I spoiled that girl since she was in diapers-she's allowed to have a temper!

If you're done being a father figure, send her back to me!" Everett rubbed his temples. "Mom, relax. I've never let a hair on her head be harmed. Sending her away was for her own good. My people know better than to touch her." That seemed to calm her down slightly. "Fine. Kids act up, it's normal. Just bring her home. I miss her." "She used to call every week, and now... nothing for a month. Her phone is dead. Your father and I haven't been sleeping-we're having nightmares that something terrible has happened." "I got it. I'll call you back later." Everett hung up and dialed Skylar's number.

Straight to voicemail. Everett frowned and barked an order to his man, Vince. "Go get Skylar. Bring her to me. Now." Vince nodded. "On it, boss." 11:12 Bad Move. Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It. 17.5% admin