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.

the mangled door and climbed

was about to curse when he saw three figures jumping off the

black, with their faces hidden behind masks. Long shadows stretched under the dim streetlights, giving off a menacing,

onto the three

like we’ve been set up,” he

now. This wasn’t just some random accident but a

to chat.” Jovian shrugged off his jacket to reveal

wasn’t enough to avoid this trap. It seemed that Boston had been right all

first.” Boston unsheathed a short knife. His eyes were

saying? I may not be the best, but I won’t leave you behind.” Jovian cracked his neck and said with a determined look. “We’re not helpless. We can handle ourselves in a

Let’s take this chance to show them what we’re made of.” Boston got into

dead. Boston didn’t believe for a second that

black pulled out their knives as

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

one would come out on top. In such fights, momentum would often determine

intense sprint, the five

powerhouse. His military knife slashed through the air with precision, and