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.

bad at art-he was just lazy. Bowen

couldn’t believe some high school

sign up for this?’

Bowen’s look shut

smile said, “Don’t even

‘Fine. Guess U

‘For real? With Alvin’s family cash, they could hire anyone. Why

not asking you to do it for

how long the gig would run,

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didn’t know better, she’d think

rush, no

didn’t shoot it down.

the money. It

plan was to make waves, then use Alvin’s

the Turner family to back her business, that was not just money—it was protection.

said with a nod, sealing the

glanced at her phone. “Well, Mr. Turner, it’s late. Wanna swap numbers

stood, smooth as

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

shot him a look. “Relax, Alvin. I’m just dropping Bree

Uber,” Alvin muttered,

Bowen led Aubree out, the bodyguards in the car gawked like it was

to play taxi for a girl?”

Probably just being nice, right?”

dad is nice to some random

Silence hit the car.

than her. He’s not that crazy. Plus, he’s, like, allergic

say Mr. Bowen Turner had him snoop

the first guy

Bowen

traffic. Her brother Trevor, the movie star, had a jawline that screamed Hollywood. But Bowen?

Sharp cheekbones, wickedly bold features that hit like a truck. His

a plain tee and jeans, but on him?

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

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