Fairy Mafia, 9
Just one more threat to eliminate and Jorja is home free.
Jorja’s taken Bridget Bearenstien into her family in the wake of the attempt on Bridget’s life. Now, Bridget’s uncle, Gabriel, wants everything Bridget has, especially her throne. Jorja already knew he was going to be a problem, but she didn’t know how big a problem until he came into her territory making demands.
When his demands aren’t met, he launches an attack on her family that leaves her with only one choice, a final solution.
Joining forces with the Autumn Queen, Jorja moves quickly to neutralize the threat Bear is to her family as well as her mother’s family. Jorja is eager to learn how the Autumn Queen holds up problems, and she fears Autumn Queen just might be more powerful than her in many ways.
Be Warned: f/f sex
Excerpt:
Studying the message again, she just stared at it a long time.
This was the second message she’d gotten with the first being identical to this one. Bridget sat in her office, back to the wall in the small house she’d been given close to the royal family. Being healthy enough to move, Jorja McMasters, the Winter Queen, had allowed her to move out of the royal family’s home for her own privacy.
The phone on her desk rang, and she glanced over at it a long moment, the insistent ring continuing. Her muscles tensed, and she clenched her fingers against her leg as she gasped in air, shoulders rising and falling quickly.
With a shaking hand, Bridget forced herself to pick up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Bridget.” The voice was cold and hard but familiar.
“Uncle.” Her uncle headed one of the two fairy crime syndicates in Nevada. He was getting a lot of credit for taking out the Redbone goblin clan though she suspected Jorja had taken out her own family.
“Drexel never returned home and the men I sent down there said he was dead along with the two others that accompanied him.”
Jorja.
“I don’t understand why you’re telling me,” she responded coolly. Her uncle had been one of those who’d refused to allow her to have more responsibility.
Drexel was her cousin, her uncle’s oldest son.
“He informed me that he delivered our message to you.”
“He did. I’m still healing to prove it,” she replied. “Still, I don’t see what any of that has to do with me.”
“I’m arriving in town shortly, and I’d like to meet with you,” he said. “We have much to discuss regarding your throne and why you never informed me of our newly acquired power seat. Not only that, but I’ve also learned of our other business interests, including a spa.”
Bridget closed her eyes, anger stabbing at her chest. She couldn’t defeat him. He had more power behind him than she did. Even as the Autumn Queen, she’d never gotten around to building her own power base. She’d been too busy working on her spa.
She hadn’t thought she’d need them so soon. However, she did have contacts, but she’d never deluded herself into thinking they were anything more than that.
“I’ll see you at the house at 7:00. Have dinner waiting for us.”
“I hate to disappoint you, but I’m not the Autumn—”
“Bridget don’t attempt to play games with me. I’ve been getting plenty of an accounting of your exploits. Your betrayal of the family demands punishment. Where is the Autumn House?”
