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

Chapter 9 Everett sat in the back of the SUV, his face a mask of cold fury as he stared out the window, his mind a chaotic mess. Beside him, Thalia was wound tight as a spring, seeing Skylar's mangled body and the lethal fury of the Jefferson loyalists had her heart hammering against her ribs. When she watched Everett give Vince the nod to "liquidate" everyone in that arena, her legs turned to literal jelly. She'd always known Everett spoiled Skylar.

But after he dumped the girl at the border just to please her, she'd convinced herself Skylar's status in his heart was nothing more than a passing phase. Looking at the carnage today, she realized how dead wrong she was. Skylar's place in the Wilder family wasn't just high-it was untouchable. She huddled in her seat, forcing her breathing to stay even, praying to God that Everett would never find out what she'd put in motion. Vince and his crew finished the "cleanup" at the arena and approached the car. "Boss, it's done.

No one left." Everett gave a curt grunt, then his voice dropped an octave. ack to Juarez. Now." he second they hit the Juarez compound, Vince dragged Druge lig and Cain and slammed them down in front of Everett. By now, both men knew exactly who Skylar was and her connection to the man standing over them. They knew they had poked a sleeping dragon, and it was about to breathe fire. Most of the agony Skylar had endured had come directly from Cain's hands. Cain was vibrating with terror, his teeth chattering so hard he couldn't even beg for his life.

Everett looked down at them, his voice coming out like a razor blade made of ice. "Dragon, I sent Skylar here to learn some goddamn manners. How the hell did she end up as wolf bait in the Golden Branch pits?" To Dragon, Everett didn't sound human anymore, he sounded like a demon crawling out of the deepest pit of hell. He knew lying would only get him killed faster, so he immediately started passing the buck. "Mr. Wilder, I swear! When Vince brought her in, he just said she needed 'discipline.' He didn't say a word about who she was!" tht she was just another piece of cargo!

I didn't touch her-I handed her straight to Cain!" I'd known she was family, I wouldn't have dared look her in the eye! Please, Boss, this wasn't on me!" Everett's eyes flicked over to Vince, standing rigid at his side. 11:12 Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It. 42.1% "Vince. When you dropped off, what exactly did you tell them?" Vince felt his heart climb into his throat. "Boss... I followed orders and brought her here. I just assumed they weren't idiots...

I thought they knew who she was..." Before he could finish the sentence, Everett's boot connected with his chest, sending him flying. "Vince! You've been with me for twenty goddamn years, and this is how you handle a simple hand-off?!" He'd only wanted Skylar to see how the other half lived-to scare her a little. It was supposed to be a reality check, not a trip through the meat grinder. Because Vince couldn't be bothered to say one extra sentence, Skylar had been treated like a lab rat in a torture chamber.

Everett felt a wave of nausea at the thought of what ten more minutes would have meant for her. He could have lost her forever. He stomped down on Vince's chest with everything he had. Ace hacked up a spray of crimson. ain, watching from the floor, literally pissed himself. The stench of ammonia filled the air. Everett turned his icy gaze toward Cain. "So you're the one who sold her to Golden Branch?" Cain's head whipped back and forth like he was possessed. "No! No, Mr. Wilder! It wasn't me, it was Fiona!" "Fiona said the girl was broken goods!

She told me to hand her over for the Golden Branch circuit! It was all her idea, I swear to God!" The air in the room felt sh bone. Everett looked at his lead guard. "Bring this inking he'd caught a break. ds made his blood run cold. eport on every single thing Skylar went through in the last month. Every cut, every bruise, every insult. Then, I want the three of elit all. Double." And every man who laid a hand on her? Hunt them down. No one gets a pass." His assistant nodded grimly. "Consider it done, Boss." The three were dragged out, screaming for mercy that wasn't coming.

Vince had been Everett's right hand for two decades, but in Everett's world, blood was the only currency, and Vince's account was empty. Thalia felt a spike of pure panic the moment Fiona's name was mentioned. 11:12 Move. Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob Now Your Queen Runs It 12.00% Fiona hadn't been stupid-she'd tried to bolt the second she heard Wilder was back. But she didn't even make it past the first checkpoint. The guards threw Fiona onto the floor. Her getaway bag was still strapped to her shoulder. She looked up at Everett, and her face turned the color of a sheet. "Mr.

Wilder, I didn't know! I would never have touched her if I knew she was yours!" Her eyes flicked desperately toward Thalia, pleading for a lifeline. Thalia's heart skipped a beat. She gave a microscopic shake of her head, signaling Fiona to stay quiet and trust her. Fiona took a shaky breath, trying to calm down. She didn't dare rat Thalia out yet. She was terrified that if she blamed Everett's favorite woman, he'd just kill her on the spot for lying. Her only hope was Thalia's protection. She clutched that hope like a jagged piece of glass, praying she'd make it out alive.

She kept sobbing about not knowing Skylar's identity, begging for her life on repeat. Everett was done listening. He waved his hand, and the guards hauled her away. Once they were alone, Thalia stepped closer, her voice soft. "Everett, they're lying through their teeth. You've had a hell of a day-go get some rest. Let me handle the interrogation." Everett looked ancient. The lines on his face were deep with exhaustion. is temples. "I need to make a call. If you want to go down there, take security with you. Don't stay long.

You're too soft for this, g that kind of blood will give you nightmares." careful," she whispered. (0) *** (0) Bad Move Uncle You Sent Your Princess to the Mob Now Your Queen Buns It 45.6% admin