The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 197

Grist, are we really taking him to the Polaris Star?” Phecda hesitated, knowing all too well that the place was brimming with so many of their secrets. It didn’t seem right to let Palmer in on it all

Noella surveyed the few club members before her. “You disagree?” she bit back.

Pheoda quidity raised his hand in acquiescence, “You’re the boss, and that’s your call!”

Ivan stepped forward and hoisted Palmer onto his shoulder, “Let’s hit the road then. If the boss trusts him, who are we to argue?”

As if on cue, Nolan drove up in a pickup truck, “Hop in! We’ve made too much noise here; someone’s bound to show up soon.”

The truck’s bed was spacious enough, and Noella instructed Ivan to lay Palmer down carefully, then checked his pulse herself.

Ihan frowned. “Boss, that Vocalist is real man. To think he carried you through that jump. with such heavy injuries. I was watching from across the way and thinking he was

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While aiding Noella in stemming Palmer’s bleeding, Phecda couldn’t help but complimented. “No kidding. The guy stood his ground and said some tough things so I thought he was just fine. But look at my hand–blood everywhere.”

From their vantage point in the opposite building, they had watched Palmer, so calm and collected that they assumed he was unharmed.

The rope van had thrown was snatched up by Palmer in a single grab, and with their boss in his arms, he’d leaped out with such grace and precision.

Who would have known he was injured?

“No vital hits, but he’s lost a lot of blood. These back wounds are nasty; they need. attention. We’ll take care of it back at the Polaris Star.”

Noelle breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze lingering on the unconscious Palmer.

Why hadn’t he mentioned a word about his injury?

The scent of blood was overpowering, and Palmer had masked his pain all too well in front of her. She had suspected his injuries but never imagined they were this severe.

about the extent of his wounds, she would never have let him

the laptop, “Boss, Ulrich headed to South Flora Storage. Good thing we left when we

revealing a little

Gruber family and Westwood Mercenary Corps won’t be

Do we handle it ourselves or

I want to wake up tomorrow to the news of the Gruber family’s bankruptcy.”

in the wings, others would take care of the aftermath once the Grubers were down on

her phone and dialed a secure

was in the midst of feeding a few unlucky souls to the sharks. The blood in the water had the predators circling, their scent thick in

incoming call changed his ferocious look into an obsequious one, “Noella, hey. What’s the

be done. My people can’t make it to Lockhart Prison right now. Can you

dear. I’ll take care

they did,” Noella replied coolly.

Xavier gestured nonchalantly, and the

snap a photo for Noella,” he said to himself. Noella, looking at the macabre image on her phone,

Get the Gruber

“Will do!”

Polaris Star’s posh estate in Imperial City, Ivan deposited Palmer in Noella’s private lab, raised his hands

when he wakes up and goes ballistic. See ya, Boss! You’ve got this!”

Abyssal Organization that Vocalist is a real clean freak. Best you

his wounds by herself. We’ve got the Gruber

giving her a second glance as they left her alone with Palmer. She sighed,

get too big for their boots!

a deep breath, Noella began to unbutton Palmer’s shirt, revealing his well–toned torso beneath. His body bore so many scars, old and new–maybe they

shirt away, but her hand was suddenly

to engulf her as he cracked open, “Are you taking advantage of me while I’m down?”

treating your wounds,” she

was commanding, yet his eyes were dripping his predatory

you planning to bankrupt the Gruber

what