An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The sounds of battle echoed under the streetlights. Shouts of pain mixed with the clash of weapons could be heard. Five figures were locked in a deadly struggle, and blood splattered across the ground.

The fight raged for nearly half an hour until the noise gradually subsided. The five figures lay motionless in pools of blood.

Under the dim glow of the streetlights, three of the black-clad assassins were confirmed dead. One’s neck was snapped, another’s chest pierced, and the last had bled out from a fatal wound.

Jovian and Boston were in no better condition.

Boston was soaked in blood. His body was riddled with deep cuts, some so severe they exposed the bone beneath.

Jovian wasn’t much better. His abdomen and shoulder were slashed. His right arm had been severed, and he was left in a pitiful state.

Boston coughed. After taking down the last assassin, he collapsed to the ground. He gasped for air as blood poured from his mouth.

His chest and abdomen were torn open, and his organs spilled out. He was pale, and his breathing was shallow and erratic. His life was slipping away.

“Boston… Boston!” Jovian cried out. He staggered to his fallen comrade’s side while clutching his own wounds.

and tried to feed it to Boston. He then tore strips of cloth from his shirt to try and stop the bleeding. But Boston’s injuries were too severe. The tablet had no

the hospital,” Jovian shouted frantically as he tried to lift Boston. But with only one arm, he struggled

“I’m done for… You need to go while you still

together-Red Tombsea, remember?

his teeth as he struggled to lift Boston onto his

Jovian’s efforts, Boston’s head lolled to the side. His body

shouted, but

fallen asleep. Jovian stopped in his tracks, and his

had been dragged into this hellish situation and paid with his

hadn’t crossed

was consumed by despair, the roar of engines cut through the night. Several black SUVs screeched

masked assassins in black poured

at the bodies of his fallen comrades and frowned. “You took out three of my men. Impressive. But it

send you?” Jovian

need answers,” Ronan replied coldly. He gestured to

his command, the assassins