The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 17

The van jostled along, heading out of the city.

Noella noticed they were headed towards Imperial West Hospital, and thought, “Well, ain’t that a stroke of luck! These goons are giving me a free ride.”

“Who sent you?” she demanded.

The kidnapper let out a sleazy chuckle, his face full of creep.

“Listen, girlie, we ain’t lookin‘ to harm ya, but you had to go and get greedy, eyeing stuff that ain’t yours.” he taunted.

“We’ll just dump ya in some mountain area, and don’t you worry, you won’t be seeing the light of day again! Lucky for you, you’re easy on the eyes. That pretty face of yours could bring in a good chunk of change up in the hills. Pop out a few chunky kids, and you’re golden.”

Noella swiftly reached for the small knife tucked at her waist and conked out a few of the kidnappers, then pressed the blade against the driver’s neck.

“Who sent you? My patience is wearing thin.”

The driver, shaking like a leaf and gripping the steering wheel, stammered out, “Oh please, have mercy! We’re just hired guns! It was Belinda! She forked over a cool hundred grand for us to whisk you away and sell you off in some mountain dump!”

Belinda hadn’t said that Noella could fight!

With a nonchalant “Drive to Imperial West Hospital,” Noella might as well have been the Grim Reaper sharpening his scythe. The driver nearly lit the steering wheel on fire getting her there.

As soon as Noella got out, she shouted at the guards at the door, “They kidnapped me!”

The guards had seen her coming and going from Imperial West Hospital and knew her as the pretty granddaughter of the Schnabel family who was also a chess whiz.

The hospital guards were special forces soldiers pulled from the ranks for duty. They were used to standing guard.

Hearing Noella’s cry for help, the special forces guys stepped up and quickly subdued the bad

guys.

“Thanks,” said Noella.

“Don’t mention it, Miss. Get inside. Mr. Marcel has been fussing over you for ages. We’ve got this!”

They all thought highly of Noella, a real looker who was polite and smart to boot–a true Schnabel family gem.

No sooner had Noella stepped into the ward than she heard Marcel’s robust voice, “Where’s my

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granddaughter? Didn’t they say she was on her way?”

did you take your medicine

at the sight of Noella.

darling. Tavian from building three is

Noella knew Marcel was dodging the subject of his medicine.

meds

Grandpa. Be good.”

bitter pills and pulled a face. “Disgusting! Why

this morning and had

mum about the kidnapping ordeal. She could handle. Belinda’s antics on her own.

to dress to the nines. I’ll

Thanks, Grandpa.”

her to another ward. “Come on, let’s go play

lose at chess all the time. This time he was

Marcel’s face was beaming with smiles, Heh, his granddaughter

admiration. Judging the player by the play, Marcel’s granddaughter was

chuckle, Tavian offered, “Noella, if you ever run into trouble, come to Tavian. I’ll fix

needs your big talk? I’m still

bucket or not. My

got

just nodded and bowed to Tavian before

she stepped out, her smile vanished, replaced by a chilling aura. She sensed the presence of an assassin. It seemed the Cerulean Whale had sent their hitman.

and entered the green–lit emergency corridor, pulling out her silencer–equipped

Schnabel Mansion

the door, flinging herself at Sienna who was

it’s bad news!! saw Noella being taken

$3 million watering can crashing to

are you

study with the four Schnabel sons in

discussing which country to buy Noella a

almost fainted on the spot!

stern face, “Where did you see that? Why didn’t you call

getting into a van. I was so scared and I ran home to tell Mom and Dad.” Yvonne sobbed, displaying her cracked phone and bruised knees,

of time to do their dirty work, she even strolled around Rising Glory Mall treating herself to a shopping spree, a nice meal, and a full–blown skin pampering session, all to be in tip–top shape to

whipped out his phone and called

at three in the afternoon?

pitiful tone, “What’s that supposed to mean, Jasper? Of course. I was