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.

ten seconds late," she said softly, her

Tim started,

got the chance

gun flashed as

through the seat and punched into his back, scorching

blood staining his

that he had waited

g in his mind.

Chapter 88

pavement. Bernard and five other

on the windshield, washing over the final, motionless seconds of

that is the stuff

office, Cathy's fury coiled and writhed, ready to

kicked the

revealing a tableau that brought

with his pants half-lowered, his exposed flesh leering shamelessly toward

face went pale, and his bravado shriveled in an

sliced through the

like a knife drawn slowly from its

with that

Charles's mind raced.

saw only one chance-twist the truth before Cathy tore him

motion, he

sent her head snapping to the side,

fluttered open, confused

bellowed, forcing

think you can buy off your

you know who

desperate, as he struck

You're nothing but a cheap slut no one could

still reeling, struggled to

then turned to Cathy with a feverish

her nerve? She tried to seduce me! I would never

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

she

palm across his

bowed his head, forcing a tight smile through

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