The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 88

Tim, Cathy Black's driver, was drenched in sweat beneath his thin cotton shirt.

He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He could feel Cathy's icy gaze boring into the back of his neck from the rear seat.

Ever since Bernard's warning call, Tim had prepared himself for something terrible-but this went beyond his worst fears.

He slammed the gas pedal to the floor, weaving, recklessly through Vancouver's crowded streets.

The usual thirty-minute drive to Cole Finance had to be cut down to ten, no matter the cost.

Cathy's voice stillechoed in his ears:

"Get me there in ten minutes, or you'll be six feet under."

Her tone had held no trace of doubt.

Up ahead, Black Syndicate enforcers on motorcycles roared through traffic, forcing cars aside with shotguns and sheer menace.

They formed a path of chaos, snarling at anyone who dared slow them down.

Tim followed in their wake, heart hammering, ignoring every traffic light, weaving between honking cars and shrieking pedestrians.

He no longer cared if someone else died in this mad dash-survival overwhelmed all other instincts.

"After this," he muttered through clenched teeth, "I'm done. I'm leaving this damned life."

He had told himself the same thing a hundred times for years, but this time-this time-he meant it.

At last, Cole Finance's building loomed ahead.

Tim slammed the brakes, tires screeching against asphalt as he pulled up at the entrance.

He risked a glance at the dashboard clock: exactly ten minutes.

Relief washed through him, his lungs flooding with shaky gratitude.

But his relief was short-lived.

Cathy glanced at her watch, her face tightening with cruel satisfaction.

late," she said softly, her

Tim started, voice

the chance

gun flashed as she

the seat and punched into

forward, blood staining his

he had waited far too long

g in his mind.

Chapter 88

without a backward glance, her heels tapping briskly against the pavement. Bernard and five other bodyguards fell in

pattered gently on the windshield, washing over the final,

time, for that is the

front of Charles Cole's office, Cathy's fury coiled and writhed, ready

the door

heavy panel slammed against the wall, revealing a tableau that brought Cathy's rage roaring

shamelessly toward Sophia

breath caught, his face went pale, and his

through the stunned

hissed, each word like a knife drawn slowly from its

think you're doing with

Charles's mind raced.

only one chance-twist the

he slapped Sophia across the

crack sent her head snapping to the side, stirring

eyes fluttered open, confused and

bitch!" Charles bellowed, forcing a show

can buy off your hundred- million-dollar debt by throwing yourself

you know who I

was shrill, desperate, as he

a beautiful wife. You're nothing but a cheap slut no

still reeling,

yanked his pants back up, then turned to Cathy with a

you believe her nerve? She tried

over each other, "I swear, honey. I adore only you!" Cathy said nothing at first. She stared,

she slapped

her palm across his cheek rang

bowed his head, forcing a tight

2/3