The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 17

The van jostled along, heading out of the city.

Noella noticed they were headed towards Imperial West Hospital, and thought, “Well, ain’t that a stroke of luck! These goons are giving me a free ride.”

“Who sent you?” she demanded.

The kidnapper let out a sleazy chuckle, his face full of creep.

“Listen, girlie, we ain’t lookin‘ to harm ya, but you had to go and get greedy, eyeing stuff that ain’t yours.” he taunted.

“We’ll just dump ya in some mountain area, and don’t you worry, you won’t be seeing the light of day again! Lucky for you, you’re easy on the eyes. That pretty face of yours could bring in a good chunk of change up in the hills. Pop out a few chunky kids, and you’re golden.”

Noella swiftly reached for the small knife tucked at her waist and conked out a few of the kidnappers, then pressed the blade against the driver’s neck.

“Who sent you? My patience is wearing thin.”

The driver, shaking like a leaf and gripping the steering wheel, stammered out, “Oh please, have mercy! We’re just hired guns! It was Belinda! She forked over a cool hundred grand for us to whisk you away and sell you off in some mountain dump!”

Belinda hadn’t said that Noella could fight!

With a nonchalant “Drive to Imperial West Hospital,” Noella might as well have been the Grim Reaper sharpening his scythe. The driver nearly lit the steering wheel on fire getting her there.

As soon as Noella got out, she shouted at the guards at the door, “They kidnapped me!”

The guards had seen her coming and going from Imperial West Hospital and knew her as the pretty granddaughter of the Schnabel family who was also a chess whiz.

The hospital guards were special forces soldiers pulled from the ranks for duty. They were used to standing guard.

Hearing Noella’s cry for help, the special forces guys stepped up and quickly subdued the bad

guys.

“Thanks,” said Noella.

“Don’t mention it, Miss. Get inside. Mr. Marcel has been fussing over you for ages. We’ve got this!”

They all thought highly of Noella, a real looker who was polite and smart to boot–a true Schnabel family gem.

No sooner had Noella stepped into the ward than she heard Marcel’s robust voice, “Where’s my

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say she was

did you take

eyes lit up at the sight

building three is

was dodging the subject of his medicine. She

look and handed over the daily meds to Marcel and said, “Take

Grandpa. Be good.”

the bitter pills and pulled a face. “Disgusting! Why are you only getting

shopping this morning and had lunch with Beckett.

the kidnapping ordeal. She could handle. Belinda’s

granddaughter ought to dress to the nines. I’ll send

Thanks, Grandpa.”

ward. “Come on, let’s go play

Marcel lose at chess all the time. This time he was determined to turn the tables!

was beaming with smiles, Heh, his granddaughter was a champ,

Country, looked on with admiration. Judging the player by the play, Marcel’s granddaughter was a real catch. He’d struck

you ever run into trouble, come to Tavian.

“Who needs your big

if you kick the bucket or not. My word carries more weight.” said Tavian.

fossil! Noella, go play. I’ve got to settle a score with

bowed to Tavian before leaving the room.

sensed the presence of an assassin. It seemed the Cerulean Whale had sent their

corridor, pulling out her silencer–equipped pistol and disappearing into the

Schnabel

herself at Sienna who was tending to

it’s bad news!! saw Noella being taken away!”

her $3 million watering can crashing to the

are you talking about?”

study

Noella a castle in when

almost fainted on

with a stern face, “Where did you see that? Why didn’t you call us? Why didn’t you call the

to tell Mom and Dad.” Yvonne sobbed, displaying her cracked phone and bruised knees, the unfortunate result

those scoundrels plenty of time to do their dirty work, she even strolled around Rising Glory Mall treating herself to a shopping spree, a nice meal, and a full–blown skin pampering session, all to be in tip–top shape

phone and called the police.

about something that went down at three in the afternoon? What the heck have

dabbed her tears and said in a pitiful tone, “What’s that supposed to mean, Jasper? Of course. I was