The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 86

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 words

please-" Tim

got the chance to

gun flashed as she pulled

the seat and punched into his back, scorching

slumped forward, blood

that he had waited far

g in his mind.

Chapter 88

glance, her heels tapping briskly against the pavement. Bernard and five other bodyguards fell in behind her as she pushed into the

pattered gently on the windshield, washing

not squander time, for that is

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

kicked the door open

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

leering shamelessly toward Sophia Lancaster, who lay

went pale, and his bravado shriveled in

voice sliced through the stunned

a knife drawn

with that filthy thing

Charles's mind raced.

chance-twist the truth before Cathy

he

her head snapping to the

eyes fluttered open, confused

forcing a show

dare you pull down my pants? You think you can buy off your hundred- million-dollar

know who

desperate, as he struck

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

reeling, struggled

then turned to

can you believe her nerve? She tried to seduce me! I would never betray

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

without warning, she slapped

across his

a tight smile through his trembling

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