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Taming The Devil's Queen Forty
KelvinI usually join Jayden in the gym in the mornings, but more often than not, I oversleep. Laziness, maybe or maybe I just don’t see the point of punishing my body before breakfast. Jayden, on the other hand, is relentless. I can’t remember a single day he’s missed a workout, except that one time he collapsed from stress and ended up in the hospital. That was the only crack I’ve ever seen in his perfectly controlled armor.It had been a while since I last joined him, so I decided today was the day; partly because I needed the sweat, but mostly because I wanted to hear how his ridiculous “get-a-girlfriend” mission was going.But the moment I stepped into the gym, I froze.Jayden wasn’t punching the heavy bag this time. He was punching people.Two of his men were on the floor, faces bloodied, curling into themselves as he towered over them, throwing blow after blow with frightening precision. And for a second, I was pretty sure he’d forgotten they were human.“Jesus Christ, Jayden!”
Taming The Devil's Queen Thirty nine
Jayden Thud. Thud. Thud.My fists slammed into the heavy bag, each punch harder than the last. Sweat dripped down my back, soaking into the waistband of my shorts, but I didn’t slow down. The leather groaned under my controlled jabs followed by ruthless uppercuts that shook the chain from which it hung.The gym was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of gloves meeting leather and the steady rasp of my breathing.George stood by the corner, arms crossed, watching me with that wary look he wore when he wasn’t sure if it was the right time to talk.“Have you seen the headline today?” he said, finally breaking the silence.I didn’t stop. I didn’t even glance at him. My knuckles throbbed inside the gloves, but the pain only drove me harder. I launched a swift hook, twisting my hips, making the bag swing like a drunk. I followed it with a brutal cross, then another. My jaw clenched tight.George cleared his throat like he was testing the temperature of the air. “It’s about Mr. Yaolin. Thou
Taming The Devil's Queen Thirty eight
ANNACeline returned quickly, her footsteps echoing through the marble hallway. In her trembling hands were a silver lighter and the bright red fire extinguisher, just as I’d asked.She hesitated at the edge of the carpet, her eyes darting between me and the pile of gifts.I held out my hand without a word. She placed the lighter in my palm and stepped back like she was handling a live grenade.I turned my gaze to the pile of gifts. The wrapping paper shimmered under the chandelier lights. Each box was carefully crafted. They looked quite expensive. Humph! Such a show off.“This one has your name on it, ma,” the violinist said carefully, pointing to a large red box with a satin bow and gold engraving. His voice was low, hopeful even. “It might be something valuable... maybe even jewelry. Or a dress.”I snarled at him and he flinched.With deliberate slowness, I bent down and peeled the bow off the box. The paper beneath was thick and glossy, a custom print of roses and cursive fonts s
Taming The Devil's Queen Thirty Seven
AnnaThe smell of stale silence lingered in the air as I descended the stairs, barefoot and half-awake. I hadn’t slept. Not because I couldn’t but because my mind wouldn’t let me. The Black Gala was in two days, and I still hadn’t figured out how to break past security without raising alarm.The mission has to be a quiet one. Get In naturally, poison the target's drink and step out like a hero out of a webtoon magazine.I was halfway down the stairs when I noticed something was wrong.I paused, hand gripping the railing. My brows knitted as my gaze swept the staircase beneath me.Red carpet.From the landing all the way to the foot of the stairs, someone had rolled out an actual, literal red carpet. Fresh white lilies had been placed in glass vases on either side, spaced symmetrically like a wedding aisle.“What the actual hell is this?” I muttered under my breath, narrowing my eyes as I slowly took the next step.This had Anita written all over it. Overdramatic displays were her thin
Taming The Devil's Queen Thirty Six
JaydenThe door to my office clicked shut behind me, locking the noise of the world outside. I strode in without a pause, my jaw tight and my mind louder than George’s footsteps trailing away behind me. I didn’t sit, not yet. I walked straight to the glass wall, staring down at the city like it owed me answers.Those annoying old hags. How dare they look down on me?. Do they think I managed to get to these level by merely sitting down and saying things I am not capable of?. Damn. I can't wait to shove down my victory down their throats and watch them hide their faces in shame. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.“Let him in,” I said.The door opened, and Mr. Gray stepped inside, crisp and composed as always .I finally turned and made my way to the desk, the weight of the morning pressing into my spine as i sank into my chair.“Have you found out who wrote that bloody blog?” My voice came out low.“Yes.” Gray’s eyes flicked to the screen in front of him. “It was pos
Taming The Devil's Queen Thirty Five
JaydenI stepped out of the elevator with George trailing two steps behind, tablet in hand, his lips moving fast as he read updates I had no interest in.“…they’ve pulled another article this morning. Headline says...”“I saw it.” My voice was flat.We reached the glass doors. Through them, I could already see the tight faces, the forced calm, the cheap desperation behind designer ties.George reached to open the door.“I’ve got it,” I said, and pushed through.The moment I stepped in, the noise dropped like a guillotine. A breathless hush. Fifteen heads turned at once. Some had their fingers laced tight like they were praying. Others just watched me with a thin layer of practiced neutrality.I didn’t bother greeting anyone. I walked to the head of the table and sat. George stood off to the side with his eyes forward and unreadable.I waited for them to say their bullshit as the silence stretched, begging to be broken.Then, finally....One of the older men Callahan, cleared his throa
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