The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 807

Blondie and his crew were completely paralyzed by the sudden ambush. A few tried to throw punches, but they were hopelessly outmatched. Within seconds, the highly trained bodyguards had their arms wrenched behind their backs and their faces slammed against the brick walls.

Yvonne and Judie sprinted into the alley right behind the security detail. The overwhelming stench of fresh blood mixed with rotting garbage hit them instantly, causing Judie to gag and cover her mouth.

Through the dim light, they spotted the unmoving figure crumpled in the corner.

Yvonne's heart dropped into her stomach. She stumbled forward, her knees giving out entirely as she got close enough to see his face. She gasped, the color draining from her cheeks.

"Milford!"

He was covered in blood, barely clinging to life. Terrified and sobbing hysterically, Yvonne hovered her trembling hands over him, too afraid to touch him and make it worse.

"Milford! Wake up! Please, don't scare me like this!"

Hearing the desperate crying, Milford forced his heavy, blood-crusted eyelids open. Through his hazy vision, he saw a slender silhouette kneeling in the dirt next to him.

Ice-cold hands cupped his face, trembling violently.

*Yvonne?*

He tried to speak, to tell her he was okay, but his throat refused to work. He spent the absolute last ounce of his strength trying to focus on his sister's face. Before he could clear his vision, a massive wave of blackness crashed over him, wiping away his final shred of consciousness.

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