The Queen They Buried

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Chapter 43

Chapter 43

The private room was bathed in dim, suggestive lighting, the echoes of men’s lewd laughter

Matilda slumped onto the floor, clutching a bottle in one hand while her other hand weakly pipped the glass coffee tabla, Serweral empty hotties lay scattered around her, on the table and at her side.

Her oversized T-shirt was being yanked down over her shoulder by a groping hand, exposing most of her smooth, rounded shoulder, yet she remained completely oblivious in her drunken Mupor.

Her head, which had been hanging limply, finally reacted to the sound of the door being kicked open. She turned stiffly, almost robotically, to look in that. direction, struggling even to open her eyes.

Her usually bright eyes were new glazed over and unfocused, a clear sign she was no longer in her right mind.

On the sofa facing the door lounged a burly man with a horizontal scar across his face, clearly in his fies, exuding an intimidating presence. At his fant knelt a battered man, sobbing and sniveling, his face streaked with tears and snot.

With tears streaming down his face, Drake pleaded, “Harlan, please! You can’t do this. I’ve already given you 300 thousand dollars. Just let my sister go I’m begging you! Please, have mercy on us!”

Harlan Pierce didn’t hesitate. He brutally kicked the man in the head, grinding his boot into the side of his face. With a mocking, predatory gaze, he raked his eyes over Aubree and sneered, “So, you figured one girl wasn’t enough to settle your debt, and brought me another one?”

The quick–witted sidekick nearest the door shoved Aubree inside and slammed the door shut behind her. “Looks like Drake finally got a clue Harlan, this chick’s way hotter than the one on the floor,” he sneered.

His final laugh dripped with sinister implication.

Harlan reared with laughter. “Aher I’m done with them, they’re all yours”

Aubree clutched at her collar and took two steps back, her brows furrowing involuntarily. She thought, ‘Damn it, I was way too reckless, barging in like that… Now I’ve landed myself in danger too

Wonly I’d at least ghen Aban a heads–up!

Matilda, still slumped on the floor, finally regained a bit of sobriety. Her eyes narrowed in alarm as she recognized the newcomer. Summoning all her strength, she staggered to her feet and smashed the bottle in her hand over the head of the creep groping her. “If you dare lay a finger on her,” she smarked, “ril fight you to the death!”

else’s “Matilda, are you trying to get us killed?” he cried hysterically, “How could you lay a hand on Harlan’s Cuys? Apologize now! Let’s just beg for

see his sister get bulled, but crossing Harlan

esilently demanding, “What the

steady her, gripping her arm.

gambling debts,” Matilda gritted her teeth and looked away, unable to meet

to herself at school, largely because

her, but this family could hardly be called

this same brother would come home late at night with midnight snacks for her, stand up for her whenever she’s bullied,

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Chapter 43

daughter, clinging to him even when he’d berge at her expense. Yet they remembered everything she loved. Her mother would prepare all her favorite

she could do was try to save herself

good for nothing, even

the head of the table, Harlan didin’t even get angry when he saw his sidekick get hit. Instead, he just

a Gre

words dripped with

30 thousand dollars a bottle, you’re getting a sweet deall Looks like you can’t handle your liquor, but as long as you pay what you own, we can work

who’d burst in wasn’t carrying anything valuable. Still, he fancied himself a

frown deepened as she thought, Wait, Matilda just won over 3 million dollars in prize money and still

family gambled, could they really have borrowed

tighter, like a cornered animal, her voice trembling with fury and desperation. “You shameless bastards!” she snarled “My brother only borrowed 1 million from you, and I’ve

“Don’t play dumb,” he sneered. “You think I’d lend your brother money for nothing! That

scar twitched along with his crooked grin, making

argue further when Aubree tugged at the hem of her shirt and

Aubree warned, tightening her grip on Matilda’s

debt, that’s not so

do now is

cautiously feeling for her phone in her pocket. “Mr. Pierce, right? If

“Wire the money now.

see, not that you can

the bank account number, she knew better than to make any rash moves

she pocketed her phone,