The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 173

Chapter 173

Tandy glanced at Noella, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Look, I’ve got no clue what you’re jabbering about. Never laid eyes on you before. And as for Vincent, well, we barely crossed paths.

Xavier fumed at Tandy’s unyielding demeanor.

Tandy had been in Lockhart Prison quite a while, and even Xavier couldn’t always get a straight answer out of him. Yet the secrets Tandy held were so numerous, Xavier couldn’t bear to just off him with a bullet.

With a stride, Xavier marched over and yanked Tandy off the cot as if he were picking up a sack of potatoes, “You gonna talk or not? Don’t think I’m doing you any favors keeping you breathing!”

Tandy coughed violently, his face ashen, but managed a wry smile. “Xavier, honestly, I got no idea what she’s on about. What do you want me to say?”

Noella interjected coolly, “Thorpe’s on his way here. Looks like he’s planning a prison break.”

Tandy’s eyes bulged in shock!

That idiot! Why would he even think of busting into Lockhart Prison!

Xavier dropped Tandy back on the cot, his knuckles white with tension. “I’ve never heard of anyone dumb enough to break into Lockhart Prison. Interesting!”

Palmer chuckled softly. “Xavier, hadn’t there been a few attempts at prison breaks before?”

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Xavier whirled around, snarling, “Zip it!”

He wanted to play the grand protector in front of Noella, and here was Palmer, eager to burst his bubble.

Xavier smirked at Tandy. “Those who tried to break out before–you know what happened to them? My throne’s cushioned with their heads!”

Xavier’s throne was studded with jewels, the life’s worth of those would–be escapees!

commented blandly, “It’s ugly. Your taste is

up ground into dust to stuff his throne, but Noella got away

said I had no taste. You’re right, kiddo, spot

clear, ice–cold, unsettling even to someone like Tandy, who lived life on the edge.

her chin, eyeing Tandy. “You don’t want to die.”

to die would bother reading in a cell, especially not Tandy, with glasses missing a lens and

my way to Lockhart Prison, I

bring Hollis along when he came

knees. “What the hell do you want? Thorpe and Hollis

ordered you to swap me out. Whose baby was it

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any place?

to save your brothers the trouble of finding your cell, I’ve shared the coordinates with them. What do

His composure hinged on the belief that Thorpe couldn’t locate him,

the devil? Why are

“Their lives are in your hands now,

his glasses, and hesitantly put them back

a dead man. Truth is,

haven compared to

“I

turned to her, his brow

same. Tell me the truth, and I’ll

offer was too tempting to resist!

you sure this guy ain’t faking

mistaken, you’ve got a severe blood disorder. Bulging eyes with greenish turnors, enlarged

battling acute

“What? I didn’t

his cell, spitting blood. Wasn’t that how it went for every con

‘cause you’re not bright enough to see

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