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

13:13

they say she

you take

lit up at the sight of Noella.

three is waiting to play

dodging the subject of his medicine. She gave the

knowing look and handed over the daily meds to Marcel and said, “Take your

Grandpa. Be good.”

downed the bitter pills and pulled a face. “Disgusting! Why are you

this morning and had lunch

Marcel she kept mum about the kidnapping ordeal. She could handle. Belinda’s antics on

bore? Shopping’s fine. My granddaughter ought to dress to the nines. I’ll send

Thanks, Grandpa.”

her to another ward.

to make Marcel lose at chess all the time. This time he was

with smiles, Heh, his granddaughter was

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

you ever run into trouble, come to Tavian. I’ll fix it for

was not having it. “Who needs your

kick the bucket or not. My word carries more weight.” said Tavian.

old fossil! Noella, go play. I’ve got to settle a score with this

and bowed to

a chilling aura. She sensed the presence of

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

Schnabel

burst through the door, flinging herself at Sienna who was tending to

news!! saw Noella

million watering can crashing to the ground in pieces.

you

came out of the study with the

a castle in when Yvonne’s panicked. words hit

fainted on the spot!

didn’t you call us? Why didn’t you call the

saw Noella 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, the unfortunate result of

plenty 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

whipped out his phone and called the police.

“You’re only telling us about something that went down at three in the afternoon? What

her tears and said in a pitiful tone, “What’s that supposed to mean, Jasper? Of course. I was at the hospital taking care of Grandma. Ever since she’s been admitted, it’s been