An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

“Jovian, listen to me. West Lucozia’s trouble runs deep. You won’t be able to handle it. You need to get out of there,” Boston urged.

When Jovian remained silent, Boston couldn’t hide his growing concern. After all, they were comrades, and he didn’t want to see his friend die on the street.

“You’re right. I’m not afraid if they come at me head-on. What worries me is if they come at me from behind.”

After hesitating for a moment, Jovian nodded. “Alright, Boston. Take me back to the hotel. I’ll pack my things.”

“Now that’s more like it.” Boston sighed in relief. “As they say, there’s always a chance as long as you’re alive. The most important thing is to stay safe.”

“Thanks, man. I’ll buy you a drink next time.” Jovian smiled.

Without Boston’s constant advice, Jovian might have taken a chance. But if things went south, he’d regret it too late.

Back at the hotel, Jovian wasted no time. He packed quickly, then hopped into Boston’s car to head to the airport. With the burden lifted, they joked and laughed along the way.

As they neared a junction, a large truck ran a red light and sped straight toward them.

The driver reacted too late and steered the wheel just in time to tip the jeep over. It rolled several times before crashing through a guardrail and landing in a roadside ditch.

The driver passed out on the spot while Jovian and Boston were thrown around. They were severely shaken. Fortunately, their strength kept them from serious injury.

kicked open the mangled door and

was about to curse when he saw three

dressed in black, with their faces hidden behind masks. Long shadows stretched under the

the car, and his gaze locked onto the three figures. He frowned, and

looks like we’ve been set up,” he

to him now. This wasn’t just

not here to chat.” Jovian shrugged

seemed that Boston had been right all along. The real

first.” Boston unsheathed a short knife. His

the best, but I won’t leave you behind.” Jovian cracked his neck and said with a determined look. “We’re not helpless. We

since we’ve last fought together. Let’s take this chance to show

together in a life-or-death situation, they’d both end up dead. Boston didn’t believe for a second that the assassins sent by Warrick would let them off

men in black pulled out their knives as they got within about 30 feet

with it! We’re going all in,” Boston shouted, and the

all, when two brave souls clashed, one would come out on top. In such fights, momentum would often determine the outcome.

but intense sprint, the

a powerhouse. His military knife slashed through the