The Queen They Buried

Chapter 44

Aubree’s clear eyes grew misty, her mind growing heavier as the alcohol dragged her consciouse

She was forced to down two whole bottles of liquor. Though she struggled fiercely, the

Aubree was a total lightweight. Even one glass would knock her out

down into the abyss.

eher drink most of it

Matilda tried to intervene, but she’d already been force fed so much alcohol that just standing was a struggle. When Harlan’s thus grabbed she couldn’t even break free.

Koreling on the floor, Aubree coughed violently. Her throat burned with dryness, and all she could think about was how desperately she needed a dr

Het vision grew increasingly hazy, Biting down hard on the tip of her tongue until she drew blood, Aubree forced herself to stay conscious. Through gritted teeth, she shared, “Ono… more… bottle.”

The metalic taste of blood and the sharp pain jolted her back to clarity. Her forehead was beaded with sweat. “Hold on, she told herself desperately. Hi collapse now, both Matilda and I are finished!”

Gasping for breath, Aubree fixed Harlan with a fierce glare. The sudden intensity radiating from her actually made him finch momentarily

Realizing he’d been intimidated by a mare slip of a girl Harlan cursed under his breath, “Fuck this! Hurry the hell up and force that last bottle down her throat. Let’s see how tough this little bitch really is”

Harlan’s thug approached with the last bottle of liquor. Truth be told, Aubree looked utterly wrecked, kneeling on the ground, using every ounce of strength just to keep herself from collapsing face first. Her upper body was soaked halfway through with liquor, and her ponytail had somehow come undone, her hair tangled and plastered drunkenly across her face in complete disarray.

Just as the bottle was about to touch her lips, the door to the private room was violently kicked open once more.

Before anyone could react, the thug approaching Aubree with the bottle was kicked flying

With a loud crash, the bottle hit the floor, spilling liquor

in everywhe

Aubree looked up, dazed. When she recognized the man, her eyes instantly welled up with tears. Red–eyed and gritting her teeth, she struggled to her fest, pointed at Harlan, and slurred defiantly, “Go to hell, asshole! My knight in shining armor is here!”

As soon as she finished speaking, her body went limp, and she began to collapse, but Bowen caught her in his arms just in time.

pilie, who had been anxiously following Bowen, didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this. He felt that she girl really had Bowen figured

Shout.

The cool, calming aura around him made her feel completely at ease. With a contented sigh, she shifted and nestled deeper into his arms, finally able to

“You’re right on time again…she mumbled drunkenly, her breath heavy with alcohol, Bowen was torn between anger and sement

Holding her protectively in his arms, Bowen looked down at the disheveled, alcohol–drenched figure. His eyes darkened with a gathering storm of fury he looked up. “Ethan, Samson, handle then”

pummeling everyone in the private room and leaving the whole group sprawled and groaning

forced him to

hell are you haards? Daring to lay hands

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and said, “Of course I

Aren’t you Harlant Don’t tell me you

stammered. He didn’t recognize Bowen, but he knew Ollie in that instant, it hit him that Aubree must

had no idea the girl was one

call it even, alright?”

of bluster just moments ago

afford to mess with the Lane

the wrong tree this time. This

You take all three of

smirk, “And him?

shot him a glare, inwardly grumbling, “Since when did he

recognize his face,

Lane, little did he know he’d crossed paths with

“Mr. Turnert I swear

was

smile and say a few

don’t stop until he needs his stomach pumped. Then throw

at his phone as they stepped out of the

abruptly. Given how close they were, no one took offense, though it did

what had

for me, will you? Bree’s had way too much to drink,

mind grow increasingly hazy,

coming from the other direction. They wore both silently wondering, “What’s he doing

“Alvin?” Bowen asked.

get in Alvin said, belatedly realizing something

Aubree, curled up against Bowen’s chest. Her expression was troubled, forehead listening with sweat, and cheeks flushed. Even from a distance,

of sed reproach. He thought bitterly, I was

a club alone, but I didn’t even ask mere questions or make sure

with self–reproach. “Damn it, I screwed

protective hold around Bree. “I’m taking her home first. That

a couple of

stirred with a soft, dated murmur Aubree blinked blearily, her once clear eyes now clouded with a drunken haze.

Was

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in his

his arms

his arms. She was s “Hey,