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.

wounds, she

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

was icy and revealing a little bit

family and Westwood Mercenary Corps won’t be

family? Do we handle it ourselves or

it. I want to wake up tomorrow to the news

with enough enemies waiting in the wings, others would take care of the aftermath once the Grubers were down on their luck.

dialed a secure number from across the

black tower, Xavier was in the midst of feeding a few unlucky souls to the sharks. The blood in the water had the

sight of the incoming call changed his ferocious look into

Mercenary Corp will be done. My people can’t make it to Lockhart Prison right now. Can you handle it?”

favor? No problem at all, my dear. I’ll take care

did,” Noella

Xavier gestured nonchalantly, and the remaining captives were fed to the

with Westwood too, and I’ll snap a photo for Noella,” he said to himself. Noella,

taken care of. Get the Gruber family to

“Will do!”

Polaris Star’s posh estate in Imperial City, Ivan deposited Palmer in

when he wakes up and goes ballistic. See

that Vocalist is a real clean freak. Best you handle this, Boss. After all, we’re not the ones married to him. It’s only

can take care of his wounds by herself. We’ve got the

watched her subordinates scatter without giving her a second glance as they left her alone

these cheeky brats would get too big for

began to unbutton Palmer’s shirt, revealing his well–toned torso beneath. His body bore so many scars, old and new–maybe they were just marks of missions

but her hand was suddenly caught in Palmer’s firm

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

your wounds,” she

her slender wrist was commanding, yet his eyes were

you planning to bankrupt the

what you