Broken Queen (Ruined Kingdom Duet #2) Read Online Natasha Knight

Categories Genre: Dark, Mafia, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Ruined Kingdom Duet Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
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“They kept her in a basement in one of Russo’s properties. Abandoned still. I don’t think he had the stomach to develop it after what happened. But that’s not all. That’s not why she keeps looking at her hands.”

The image of her snatching Bastian’s gun and shooting that man comes to mind. The look on her face. The determination with which she did it. The lack of hesitation. Lack of any emotion. And I understand.

“She killed them, didn’t she?” I ask.

Tilbury looks at me for a long minute before he nods.

“How?”

“Got ahold of one of their guns. Her father found her soon after. Mere hours later. She began scrubbing her hands with bleach for days afterward. It’s why we had her in there, nails clipped short so she wouldn’t rip off skin. She’d use anything she could to scrub at her hands to get the blood off that only she could see.”

“Which property?” I ask.

He looks confused. “I’m not certain, but it’s in the city. I don’t know why he didn’t sell it. Get rid of it.”

“The memories, can they return?”

“They’re erased.”

“Are you certain?”

“Well, of course the human mind is complex, isn’t it?”

“Is that how you cover your ass?”

He ignores my comment. “There can be unforeseen triggers.”

“Like?”

“Like a similar event happening to her or someone she knows. A news story. Stress. It can be any number of things. Like I said, the mind is complex,” he reiterates.

“Do you have more video footage?” Bruno asks.

Tilbury hesitates, then looks at Bruno. “I record all my sessions. So I can learn from them of course.”

“I’m sure. Who has seen these?” I ask.

He looks at me, then at Bruno.

“Who have you shown these to?”

“A few prospective clients like you.”

“You fucking advertised using a fourteen-year-old girl’s trauma?”

“I… it wasn’t…”

I stalk across the room and swipe my arm across the desk, knocking his laptop and everything else to the floor. “You fucking used a fourteen-year-old girl’s trauma to fucking promote yourself?”

He succeeds in pushing that button to call security as I lean over to grab him by the collar and drag him to his feet then over the desk. I get one good hit on his over-Botoxed face before two hulking men drag me off.

“I want all the recordings of Vittoria Russo,” I tell him as I try to free myself from them while they hold tight, searching me and taking my pistol before dragging me toward the door.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid that’s out of the question,” Tilbury says, straightening and adjusting his hair, which has shifted unnaturally.

“Get the fuck off me before I fucking kill you,” I tell the guards. I imagine what they’d have done to someone Vittoria’s size, and it makes me so fucking angry I can barely think.

Bruno stands, cool and collected as always as I throw the two behemoths off. “Dr. Tilbury,” he starts, opening his briefcase. He retrieves a folder, then closes the case. “We will need those files,” he says as he starts to lay out photos of the good doctor with the first of his young patients.

Tilbury swallows as Bruno sets another photo next to the first.

“Get out!” Tilbury yells to his goons. “Get out! Now!” They look confused, and I grab my gun.

“Get the fuck out,” I tell them, and they take a look at what’s on the desk and file out.

Bruno sets another photo down.

“Did you touch Vittoria?” I ask as I stalk toward him. He scurries behind his desk as if that will save him.

He shakes his head as I come around, take him by the collar, and slam him against the wall. “Did you fucking touch Vittoria Russo?”

“No! Not the girls. I… Not the girls.”

“Yeah, well, you’re going to stop touching the boys too.”

“The recordings of Vittoria Russo. Where are they stored?” Bruno asks before I get ahead of myself. I don’t know how he can keep such a level head when dealing with slime like this.

“Main server.”

“Where is that?” I ask.

He points at a door, and I shove him toward it. He opens it, and there is a bigger than expected main server.

“Erase them.”

“Even if I erased mine, her father would have had copies.”

Fuck. “Anyone else?”

He shakes his head.

“Good. Erase them. In fact, erase all the sessions you recorded.”

“I need them for my practice.”

I slam his head into the wall to knock some sense into him, then right him and make him look at me. “Erase the fucking files or I’ll erase you.”

He nods frantically and glances at Bruno, who is still meticulously laying out photo after damning photo. I’m not sure how he obtained those, but that’s why he gets paid what he gets paid. Tilbury pushes some buttons on the server, and I watch as file after file is deleted. When it’s finished, I aim my gun at the box and empty the magazine into it. Tilbury screams as if I were shooting him.



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