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Until I checked the third and final account on my list.

I opened the file and my heart stopped.

My blood ran cold. A cold sweat broke out over my skin.

My breath caught. I choked out a sob.

My hands shook.

I turned at the sharp inhale from Ry. But I couldn’t see him. Tears blurred my vision.

No.

I had nothing. Worse than nothing. They’d ended her life. Then they’d stolen her identity.

Seeing her name in black and white—Rosa Weatherall—shattered something inside me.

I shook my head, clenching my jaw tight. They would pay for this. They would bleed for trying to tarnish my mum’s name.

These bastards were living on borrowed time, and they didn’t even know it. Once I found them, I’d shank the fuckers.

They would fucking beg me for mercy.

Instead, I’d watch them bleed out on the cold concrete. I would be the last thing they’d see as the life faded from their eyes.

Just like they watched my mother and brother die, I’d force them to go full circle. The daughter and sister of their murder victims would get justice.

No. She’d exact revenge.

They thought they could get away with it.

They thought wrong.

It was time for Queen to become their worst fucking nightmare, to terrorize their very existence. A cold smile split my lips.

She was no benevolent ruler. No, she would be their misery. Their torment.

Queen would be their executioner.

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