The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

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The voice cut through the air as a man in his forties, decked out in a police chief’s uniform.

He strode into the blood–drawing room with a handful of officers in tow.

The police chief, froze for a split second, staring at the heap of bodyguards sprawled across the floor.

Madeline latched onto the sight of him like he was her last lifeline, her voice cracking with desperation.

“Ryan… Officer Lawson! She’s gonna kill me! Arrest her–shoot her, put her down!” she shrieked, her words tumbling out in a frantic mess.

Maybe it was Madeline’s outburst, but Ryan’s hand darted to his holster the moment he stepped in.

He yanked out his gun and leveled it straight at Raven’s head, the barrel a cold, dark void.

Brynjar and the other two caught the chief’s move, their faces hardening like stone.

Jax’s voice dropped to a lethal chill.

“Take her out. I’ll clean up the mess,” he ordered, his tone flat and unyielding.

But Raven? She just stood there, a faint smirk playing on her lips despite the gun aimed at her skull.

“Ryan, five years ago when I walked out of Bastion Prison, you were still a lowly guard. Climbed the ladder fast, huh? Guess promotions make you forget the little people,” she said, cool as a breeze.

Ryan blinked hard, caught off guard.

Then it hit him–like a lightning bolt, his eyes widened.

“You–you’re HER…” he stammered, shock lacing his voice.

In a flash, he lowered the gun, quick as if it burned him.

His whole frame started trembling, from excitement, or, just fear.

“You–you got out of THAT place?” he asked, his voice shaking like a leaf.

Raven didn’t bother answering. Instead, she tilted her head slightly.

“Today’s between me and the Graysons. You sure you want in on this?” she asked, her tone calm but edged with steel.

Ryan’s face stiffened.

He turned slowly to Jax beside him, hesitating before forcing the words out.

“Mr. Grayson, I can’t touch this one. Take my advice–settle it if you can,” he said, bitterness creeping into his voice.

He couldn’t shake the memories of Bastion Prison, those chilling scenes that still made his skin crawl.

She’d been just fourteen back then.

Then she was sent to THAT hell hole.

He’d heard the rumors: anyone sent to that hellhole who survived came out a force to be reckoned with, a name that echoed in the shadows.

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Chapter 8

He figured her power had grown into something downright terrifying by now.

“Settle it?” Jax echoed.

“Mr. Grayson, half your family’s cash sounds sweet, but you’ve got to be alive to spend it,” he said, shaking his head.

“I don’t know why Ryan’s so scared of you, but no matter who you are, can you outmuscle the military?” he asked, his voice deep and deliberate.