An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

A dull sound echoed through the air.

Jovian’s body shuddered. Blood streamed from his eyes, ears, and nose as he crumpled to the ground, lifeless. He was dead. After fighting to his last breath, he had chosen the only honorable way out.

The scene had left even the assassins, who were no strangers to bloodshed, momentarily stunned. Taking one’s own life so decisively wasn’t something just anyone could do. Even the lowest of creatures had the instinct to cling to life, let alone a human being.

“This guy… He’s ruthless,” Ronan muttered, and his face darkened.

Warrick had given strict orders to capture Jovian alive, but now he was dead.

Now, Ronan had no way to deliver. If he had known it would come to this, he would have personally intervened to kill Jovian first.

“What now, boss?” one of the assassins asked.

“Clean up the scene,” Ronan ordered. “I’ll take the body back myself.” With that, he hoisted Jovian’s body onto his shoulder, tossed it into the vehicle, and drove off.

Warrick and Huxley were enjoying a casual tea session inside a luxurious private estate while waiting for the mission’s update.

“Mr. Prescott, it’s been a while, and there’s still no word from your men. Don’t tell me that they’ve failed,” Huxley inquired.

“Impossible,” Warrick replied firmly. “My assassins are the best of the best. There’s even a grandmaster martial artist among them. Taking down two nobodies should’ve been effortless.”

mission was always a guaranteed

then I won’t

Jovian had escaped, it would’ve spelled trouble for

Jovian will be captured. The real question is, can you

command. I’ve already given the order. Nothing from tonight will ever be leaked. By sunrise, Jovian will have vanished without a

Warrick nodded approvingly. “I’ll handle the interrogation. You clean up the mess. We each do our

Huxley raised his teacup in a toast before

men settled back into their conversation, someone knocked on

“Enter,” Warrick called.

open. Ronan stepped in first, followed by two subordinates carrying a stretcher. A

you bring him

target took his own life. All we could bring back is

feet. “You useless fools! I specifically ordered you to bring him in alive. And now you’ve brought me his body?” His voice boomed through

to his knees. ” I’ve failed my

should kill you where you stand.” Warrick unsheathed his blade in one

hand to stop him. “Calm down, Mr. Prescott. No one expected Jovian to kill himself. What’s

into its sheath. “Fine. You live. But you

Sir Prescott,” Ronan said quickly,

lashes meant two weeks of being bedridden, but at least

just as they were about to leave. “Did you