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

Chapter 6 The Next Day. The Penthouse Lounge, Juarez. Everett slid the signed contract across the table to his partner, Dorian. Dorian took the papers and raised his glass. "Mr. Wilder, it's a pleasure doing business." Just then, Everett's man, Vince, knocked and hurried to his side. "Boss, Skylar isn't in the compound." "Dragon says he hasn't seen her. He thinks she couldn't hack the environment and bailed the same day she arrived. She's probably off vacationing somewhere else." Dorian looked up, curious. "Something wrong with the lady?" Everett lit a cigarette, acting like it was nothing.

"Nothing major. Just a brat throwing a tantrum and running off." Dorian chuckled. "My kids are the same. They run away the second they're mad, then crawl back the moment the bank account hits zero." Everett frowned at that and looked at Vince. "Check her cards. See where she's spending my money." "We checked, Boss. There hasn't been a single transaction on any of her accounts." Everett let out a dry laugh. So, she was so jealous she was actually trying to survive without his money? "She's getting bold. Fine. Let her play her game. I'll find her after the wedding." The deal was done.

That night, Everett boarded a private jet back home with Thalia and the boy. Meanwhile. Skylar had been moved to the Golden Branch sector. The hood was ripped off her head. Through blurry eyes, she saw the woman standing over her. It was Fiona. Fiona grabbed Skylar's chin, inspecting her like livestock. "If it weren't for that scar on your face, you'd be worth a fortune. You know I paid a hundred grand for you?" 11:12 Bad Move Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It. 26.3% A wave of cold despair washed over Skylar. A hundred grand?

That was less than the price of a keychain on one of her designer bags. Now, that was the price of her entire life. After everything that happened the day before, she didn't have a single spark of rebellion left. She looked at Fiona, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say." Fiona's red lips curled into a smirk. "Being 'good' doesn't pay the bills, honey. You need to make me some money." She turned to her guards. "She's a survivor. Let her rest today. Tomorrow, toss her in the Water Cages." Two mercs grabbed Skylar and slapped heavy cuffs on her wrists.

They hoisted her up until she was dangling, her toes barely brushing the floor. Four other girls were hung up beside her, looking like ghosts. Fiona pulled out her phone and started a live stream, aiming the camera at the five of them. "You guys like group shows, right? Well, today we've got a special. The bigger the donation, the bigger the punishment." "Now, let's get to it." As soon as she spoke, a golden supercar animation flashed over Skylar's icon. A split second later, a whip lined with barbs lashed across her back. Her skin split open instantly.

Skylar was already broken, but this new pain sent her into violent convulsions. The chat room exploded. "Listen to her scream! Totally worth the money!" "Keep going! Don't stop!" Gifts flooded the screen, and the torture continued without pause. They ripped out Skylar's remaining fingernails and immediately rubbed salt into the raw beds. They poured chili water over her open wounds. The agony was so intense her head felt like it was going to burst. She just wanted to die. Anything but this. On the tenth lash, Skylar suddenly looked directly into the lens and screamed. 11:12 Bad Move, Uncle.

You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It. 27.6% "My name is Skylar Jefferson! I'm Everett Wilder's niece! Tell him to save me! He'll pay you anything! Just tell him!!" The moment the words left her mouth, a guard stepped forward and buried a fist in her stomach. The air left her lungs, and her voice died in her throat. Once the stream cut off, they beat her until she was unconscious. The other girls weren't spared, either. Fiona stood over them, looking down with disgust. "Next time one of you tries a stunt, you all pay the price.

Let's see if your bodies outlast my batons." Fiona turned and walked out with her crew. As soon as the iron door slammed shut, one of the girls started screaming at Skylar. "Are you fucking insane?! You're going to get us all killed with that 'Wilder' bullshit!" Skylar spat out a mouthful of blood, her voice a ragged whisper. "I'm Skylar. Everett is my uncle. I'm not lying!" The others just laughed bitterly. "You're nothing. Wilder signed his deal and left the border yesterday. He's back home getting married. If you were really his niece, you'd know that." world stopped spinning. ent home...

so what was left for her? Skylar slumped into the dark corner of the cell like a punctured balloon. The last spark in her eyes flickered out. This was day thirty-five at the border. And it was the day she finally let go of Everett. One of the other girls couldn't help but sneer. "Shared by every dog in this camp and you still think you're high society? Pull another trick and we'll kill you ourselves." Skylar's ears were ringing. The insults were just white noise. She stared at the sliver of sunlight peeking through a crack in the wall. Her eyes were dead.

The next day, Skylar and the others were dragged to the Water Cages. The knee-deep pools reeked of rot. garbage, and swarms of rats floated on the surface. were hung by their arms in the filth, forced to kick away the rats that tried to bite them. By sunset, their wounds were swollen and white. Infection set in, and a killing fever took hold. As they were being led back to their cells, sirens suddenly blared across the compound. 11:12 Bad Move. Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob Now Your Queen Puns It 28.004 "Escape in progress! All units RESPOND!" Smoke grenades went off.

Seeing her chance while the guards were distracted, Skylar found a burst of strength and bolted. For the first time in thirty-six days, she felt the sun on her face. For a second, it felt like a dream. Then the gunfire started, dragging her back to reality. The leaders of the breakout used fire extinguishers to create a screen of dust, Just as they reached the perimeter, bullets tore through them, dropping them like stones, Bodies piled up in front of Skylar. One of the girls she had been in the cages with fell right at her feet. The air was filled with screams, sirens, and lead.

Skylar had never seen so much blood. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to her knees. No one made it out. The second the sirens died down, Skylar was grabbed by the hair and dragged back toward the hole. The iron door slammed shut with a final thud. Inside, there was only the sound of her screaming. (0) (0) 11.12 Bad Move Uncle You Sent Your Princess to the Mob Now Your Queen Runs It. 30.3% admin