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Chapter 6: Run
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2026-06-10 10:21:10Zariah
The moment I heard the crash outside my bedroom, I knew something was wrong. At first, I thought it was another one of Malik’s men. Another bodyguard. Another person watching me. But then I heard shouting. Running footsteps. A loud bang. My pulse quickened. Something was happening. Something bad. I crossed the room and peeked through the slightly open door. The hallway was empty. No guards. No security. Nothing. Which made absolutely no sense. The penthouse had been crawling with security since I’d arrived. Now it was deserted. A terrible feeling settled in my stomach. This was my chance. Before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed my shoes and slipped into the hallway. Run. That was the only thought in my head. Run before Malik found me. Run before another person died because of me. Run before this entire nightmare swallowed me whole. The elevator was too risky. I headed straight for the emergency stairwell. The metal door slammed behind me. My shoulder protested with every step. The wound was healing, but not fast enough. I pushed through the pain. Twenty floors. Nineteen. Eighteen. I kept moving. The closer I got to the lobby, the stronger my hope became. Maybe I could make it. Maybe I could finally get away. Then I heard voices below. Male voices. I froze. Slowly, I looked through the railing. Three men stood near the bottom of the stairwell. Armed. Watching. Waiting. One of them held a photograph. My photograph. Fear shot through me. They weren’t here for Malik. They were here for me. I backed away. My heart pounding. The stairwell suddenly felt too small. Too dangerous. I turned around and headed back up. Fast. The men below hadn’t seen me. Yet. I reached the twenty-second floor and pushed through the exit door. The hallway was dark. Silent. Empty. At least it was for three seconds. A hand grabbed my arm. I screamed. The man pulled me into a vacant office. My back hit the wall. My heart nearly stopped. Then I recognized him. Detective Marcus Reed. The detective investigating my father’s death. The detective Malik said was dead. “You?” I whispered. He looked exhausted. Terrified. Like he hadn’t slept in days. “We don’t have much time.” “What is going on?” His eyes darted toward the hallway. “They killed your father.” My stomach dropped. “I know that.” “No.” His voice hardened. “You don’t understand.” He reached inside his jacket. I immediately tensed. He pulled out a photograph. My father. Standing beside several powerful men. Men I didn’t recognize. Men who looked dangerous. “What is this?” “Your father found something.” “What?” The detective hesitated. Fear flashed across his face. Then footsteps echoed through the hallway. Heavy footsteps. Getting closer. The detective paled. “They found me.” Before I could respond, a familiar voice filled the corridor. A deep voice. A dangerous voice. A voice I somehow recognized instantly. “Zariah.” Malik. The detective cursed under his breath. And suddenly I realized neither man trusted the other. Which meant I was stuck in the middle.
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His Queen of Chaos Chapter 73: Departure
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His Queen of Chaos Chapter 72: Beneath Atlanta
Malik The tunnel stretched farther than I expected. Blue emergency lights lined the curved concrete walls every twenty feet, casting long shadows across steel rails that disappeared into the darkness ahead. The air smelled of oil, metal, and dust, untouched by the outside world for years. Somewhere deep below us, machinery hummed with a steady rhythm, proof that despite decades of secrecy, the system was still alive. Behind us, another explosion shook the bunker. Dust drifted from the ceiling. “They’re through the first blast door,” Gabriel said without looking back. Richard nodded grimly. “They’ll reach the bunker in less than three minutes.” No one slowed down. The narrow passage forced us into a single line. Darius took point with his rifle raised. I stayed near the center beside Zariah, while Gabriel and Amara covered our rear. Richard walked sur
His Queen of Chaos Chapter 71: The Last Train
ZariahFor a moment, I thought Richard had lost his mind.An underground train beneath the city sounded impossible, but then again, everything about tonight had been impossible. A dead brother had returned, my sister had appeared out of the woods, my mother had called from somewhere I still didn’t know, and the government was outside demanding that someone hand me over like property. Compared to all of that, a secret train built beneath Atlanta barely felt like the strangest part.Darius stared at Richard like he was trying to decide whether to laugh or curse. “You built an underground transport tunnel under the city and never thought to mention that earlier?” His voice carried disbelief, but his hands were already moving over the blueprint, searching for the hidden route Amara had pointed out.Richard didn’t look offended. If anything, he looked tired. “The fewer people who knew about it, the longer it stayed useful.” His gaze shifted toward the monitors showing the military units su
His Queen of Chaos Chapter 70: Five Minutes
MalikNo one spoke after the announcement.The words echoed through every speaker in the bunker long after the officer lowered his megaphone.”…Bring us Subject Eden.”The silence that followed felt heavier than the concrete surrounding us.I watched Zariah out of the corner of my eye.Her face had gone pale, but she didn’t look frightened anymore.She looked angry.There was a difference.For weeks, people had spoken about her as though she were an object to be found, protected, stolen, or controlled. Every new revelation seemed to strip away another piece of the life she’d built for herself.Now the government had given her a number instead of a name.Subject.I hated it more than I expected.Darius muted the speakers before looking around the bunker.“So…”He rubbed the back of his neck.“…I’m guessing surrender isn’t an option.”“No.”Richard answered immediately.“It never has been.”Gabriel folded his arms.“If they know Eden exists…”“They won’t stop.”Richard nodded.“Exactly.
His Queen of Chaos Chapter 69: The Choice
ZariahNo one moved.Richard’s words seemed to hang in the bunker long after he finished speaking.”…It was always two people choosing each other.”I stared at him, certain I had misunderstood.My mind refused to accept what he’d just said.Eden wasn’t one person.It was two.Slowly, I turned toward Malik.He was already looking at me.The emergency lights cast soft shadows across his face, but they couldn’t hide the confusion in his eyes. He looked just as blindsided as I felt.Finally, he broke the silence.“You’re saying… this entire prediction was about us?”Richard nodded once.“Not who you are.”His gaze shifted between us.“But what you’ll choose.”I shook my head.“No.”The word came out stronger this time.“I don’t even know this man.”Malik looked sideways at me.That wasn’t entirely true anymore.Not after everything we’d survived together.Not after every time he’d stood between me and a bullet.Not after every time he’d chosen my life over his own.Richard sighed quietly.
His Queen of Chaos Chapter 68: The Man Who Refused to Die
MalikNo.The word echoed through my mind before it ever reached my lips.It couldn’t be.I had buried my father.I’d stood beside his grave. I’d listened to the speeches. I’d watched men who feared him pretend they respected him. I had accepted his death because there had never been another choice.Yet the man standing at the end of the hidden corridor looked exactly like Richard St. James.Older.Thinner.More gray in his hair.But unmistakably him.My grip tightened around my pistol.“You’re dead.”The words came out colder than I intended.The man smiled faintly.“So I’ve been told.”His voice hadn’t changed.That deep, controlled tone I’d heard my entire childhood. The voice that could calm a room or terrify it without ever rising above a conversation.For the first time in years…I wanted him to be a stranger
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