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

please-" Tim started,

never got the

flashed as she pulled

tore through the seat and punched into his back, scorching pain

slumped forward, blood staining

he had waited far too long to

g in his mind.

Chapter 88

tapping briskly against the pavement. Bernard and five other bodyguards fell in

gently on the windshield, washing

squander time, for that is the stuff life is

Charles Cole's office, Cathy's fury coiled and writhed,

ahead and kicked the door open

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

with his pants half-lowered, his exposed flesh leering shamelessly toward Sophia Lancaster, who lay limp and unconscious on the office

face went pale, and his bravado shriveled in an

through the

like a

you're doing with that filthy

Charles's mind raced.

the truth before Cathy

one desperate motion, he slapped Sophia across

sharp crack sent her head snapping to the side,

open,

Charles bellowed, forcing a show

think you can buy off your hundred-

you know who I

voice was shrill, desperate, as he struck

already have a beautiful wife. You're nothing but a cheap slut no one could ever

still reeling,

back up, then turned to Cathy

you believe her nerve? She tried to seduce me! I would

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

she slapped

palm across his cheek rang in the silent

head, forcing a tight smile

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