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.

art-he

were pros. And now he couldn’t believe some high school kid

when did I sign up

mouth to protest, but Bowen’s look shut

said,

Guess

With Alvin’s

not asking you to do it for nothing,” Bowen added. “How’s 300

how long the gig would

Chapter 8

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

clasped, chill as ever. No rush, no

shoot it down. She

the money. It was Bowen-his network, his

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

Turner family to back her business, that was not just money—it was protection. Nobody crosses the Turners, not even the

I’m in,” Aubree said with a nod, sealing the

late. Wanna swap numbers and chat later? I’m

smooth as ever. “I’ll

raised a hand like he was in school. “Uh, I got

look. “Relax, Alvin.

Alvin muttered, backtracking

bodyguards in the car gawked like it

play

Mr. Alvin Turner’s classmate. Probably just

guy who sasses his dad is nice

Silence hit the car.

Mr. Turner’s way older than her. He’s not that crazy. Plus, he’s, like, allergic to

smirked. “Didn’t Kelvin say Mr. Bowen Turner had him snoop on this

guy growled, “Man, Bowen’s such

Aubree trailed Bowen

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

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

a plain tee and jeans, but on him? Straight-up model

bad-looking-hell, in her old life, Carmen was

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