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.

open the mangled

about to curse when he

hidden behind masks. Long shadows stretched under the

his gaze locked onto the three

we’ve been set up,” he said

clear to him now. This wasn’t just some random accident

not here to chat.” Jovian shrugged off his jacket to reveal his toned

thought he was being careful, but it wasn’t enough to avoid this trap. It seemed that Boston had been right all

go first.” Boston unsheathed a short

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

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

up dead. Boston didn’t

their knives as they got within

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

top. In such fights, momentum would often determine

a brief but intense sprint, the five men

knife slashed through the air with precision, and