The Queen They Buried

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The car pulled up to a cozy, old-school courtyard.

“My buddy’s restaurant. Decent grub,” Bowen said, hopping out and offering Aubree a hand like a true gent.

Aubree was surprisingly relaxed, thanks to Bowen keeping things laid-back.

“Thanks,” she said softly.

Alvin shot Bowen a side-eye. ‘Weren’t we hitting that fancy spot tonight?’

The place was cute, with a little garden out front that screamed charm.

The food was total win. The soup was so good Aubree grabbed a second bowl.

Funny thing-the dishes they ordered were perfect for a sensitive stomach, all warm and hearty. Pure luck? Who knew.

“Hey, Ms. Miller…” Bowen started, leaning in.

“Time for the real talk, Aubree thought.

“Just use my name,” she said with a grin.

Bowen chuckled. “Alright, Bree it is.”

That nickname hit her hard. Back at the orphanage, her sponsor, “Mr. Quinn,” sent her cash every month with a letter, always calling her Bree.

No one else ever did.

Aubree bit her lip but didn’t argue. “Sure.”

Bowen lit up when she went with it.

He said,”So, Bree, I heard you snagged a spot in Rithol Art School’s program. That’s dope! You’re into art, right? You know Alvin’s in your class, but his art grades? Straight-up rough. Got time to swing by our place on weekends to tutor him?”

Alvin’s jaw hit the floor. ‘Is he serious?’ He glared at Bowen like he’d lost his mind.

wasn’t bad at art-he was just lazy.

now he couldn’t believe some

did I sign up for this?’

look shut him down. “Alvin, you need this,

said, “Don’t even

zipped it. ‘Fine. Guess U

was just as shocked. ‘For real? With Alvin’s

asking you to do it for

gig would run, but

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cash was calling her. If she didn’t know better, she’d think Bowen

clasped, chill as ever. No rush, no pressure-just waiting for her to decide,

shoot it down.

the money. It was Bowen-his

was to make waves, then use Alvin’s family ties to land investors. Simple

New plan. If she could get the Turner family to back her business, that was not just money—it was protection. Nobody

I’m in,” Aubree said with a

“Well, Mr. Turner, it’s late. Wanna swap numbers and chat later?

stood, smooth as ever. “I’ll drive

a hand like he was in school. “Uh,

him a look. “Relax, Alvin. I’m just

Alvin muttered, backtracking

the bodyguards in the car gawked like it was

Turner’s ditching the kid to play

Probably just being

sasses his dad is nice

Silence hit the car.

guy chuckled. “C’mon. Mr. Turner’s way older than her. He’s not

Bowen

guy growled, “Man, Bowen’s such a

Aubree trailed Bowen by a

that could stop traffic. Her brother Trevor, the movie star, had a jawline that screamed

he didn’t belong here. Sharp cheekbones, wickedly bold features that hit like

tee and jeans, but on him?

slowing down. She wasn’t bad-looking-hell, in her old life, Carmen was

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