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.

said softly, her

please-" Tim started,

got the chance

flashed as she pulled the

the seat and punched into his back, scorching pain and sudden

blood staining

that he had waited far

g in his mind.

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

gently on the windshield, washing over the final,

time, for that is the stuff life is

Cathy's

the door open

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

toward Sophia Lancaster, who lay limp

breath caught, his face went pale, and his bravado shriveled

through the

word like a knife drawn slowly from its sheath,

with that filthy

Charles's mind raced.

saw only one chance-twist the truth before Cathy

he slapped Sophia

snapping to the side, stirring her from

eyes fluttered open, confused

Charles bellowed, forcing a show of

pants? You think you can buy off your hundred- million-dollar debt by throwing yourself

know

desperate, as he struck

You're nothing but a cheap slut no one could

reeling, struggled

back up, then turned

believe her nerve? She tried

adore only

without warning, she slapped

palm across his cheek rang

head, forcing a tight smile through his

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