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

Chapter 8 Everett's heart seized in his chest. He forgot how to breathe. Only one thought looped in his mind like a nightmare. Why the hell is Skylar in there? In the few seconds he stood paralyzed, the alpha wolf leaped for her throat. Everett didn't even think. He snatched the pistol from Vince's holster. BANG! The wolf's momentum stopped mid-air. It slumped to the floor. Crimson blood soaked into its fur. A flurry of shots followed until every wolf in the cage lay dead. Skylar looked toward the sound, and her eyes landed on Everett standing in the stands.

The moment their eyes met, the wire-tight tension in her body finally snapped. Every ounce of strength left her, and she collapsed hard onto the blood-soaked floor. The sight of those horrific wounds on her pale skin felt like a knife twisting in Everett's brain. He literally couldn't draw a breath. He wanted to run to her, but his legs felt like they were made of stone. How did his pampered little princess end up in a place like this? "SKY!" Everett's parents let out a gut-wrenching cry. They shoved past Everett and sprinted for the cage.

The stench of death was so strong near the bars that his mother nearly retched. The cage was bolted shut, and they clawed at the lock in vain. His father spun around, his eyes wild with rage. "Everett! What the hell are you doing?! Get this goddamn door open!" Everett snapped out of his trance and gave a jagged nod to the guards. The cage swung open, and his mother rushed inside. The floor was stained a permanent, dark rust from years of slaughter. 11:12 Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It.

36.8% Chapter 8 The dead wolves lay amidst a sea of unidentifiable remains. Skylar lay naked in the center, so emaciated her spine looked like it was about to rip through her skin. His mother's eyes filled with tears as she draped her own coat over Skylar's broken body, cradling her and sobbing hysterically. "Sky... it's Grandma. I'm here. Don't you close your eyes, baby. We're taking yo home." you Even with all his years in the underworld, Everett's father had never seen anything this barbaric. He looked at the child's wounds, and his eyes overflowed. "I'm so sorry, Sky.

I'm so sorry we were late... so late." Skylar leaned into her grandmother, the familiar scent finally bringing her a sense of safety. She wanted to reach out, but she was too far gone. Her voice was a mere ghost. "Grandpa... Grandma... I thought... I'd never see you again..." Just as she whispered those words, several heavy footsteps thundered into the arena. "Ms. Jefferson!" Skylar forced her eyes open and saw them-the old Jefferson family loyalists. Seeing her own people, the last of her strength evaporated. She let go, her eyes fluttering shut as she slipped into unconsciousness.

The Jefferson men surged forward. A female security officer scooped Skylar up and started marching for the exit. Everett's parents followed close behind. Everett moved to block their path as they reached him. "Where the hell are you taking her?" Soren, the leader of the Jefferson loyalists, shoved Everett back with a snarl, signaling the others to keep moving. Then he stood toe-to-toe with Everett, his eyes burning with hatred. "Wilder. Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson trusted you with their only daughter.

They gave you their entire empire to ensure she was taken care of." "And this is how you 'care' for her?!" "Don't think just because the Jeffersons are gone that she's alone. We're still here, and we're going to make you pay for this!" He turned and stormed out. prett ordered his men to stop them, but his mother slapped him again-harder this time.

What kind of 'discipline' requires a girl to be thrown to the wolves?!" If she doesn't make it, your father and I are done with you!" With that, his parents climbed onto the Jefferson family chopper and took off, leaving the border-and Everett-behind. 11:12 Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob. Now Your Queen Runs It 38 6% The onlookers in the arena were terrified, holding their breath. Everett stood there, the image of Skylar's shredded body burned into his retinas. He clenched his fists until his nails drew blood. "Clean this up," he whispered to Vince.

He turned and walked out without another word. For a second, the crowd didn't understand. When the realization hit, they scrambled for the exits-but every single door had been bolted shut by Everett's men. The hunters had become the prey. Every spectator in that room was now trapped in the very cage they'd enjoyed watching. Thirty minutes later. The heavy doors of the arena creaked open. Vince and his men walked out. As they left, a river of fresh blood began to seep out from under the doors and flow down the stone steps. (0) 0 11:12 Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob...

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