The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 130

Marco, Sophia, and Megan had decided to part ways and meet Jasper the next

day.

but as Marco steered his car toward hits family's mansion, a dull sense of foreboding began to gnaw at him.

The roads were nearly empty, streetlights flickering like dying torches, and an oppressive silence settled over everything.

Suddenly, a screeching set of headlights tore through the gloom. vehicle slammed into his front bumper, jolting him forward.

He barely had time to gasp before another car rainmed his rear, sandwiching him in place.

Marco's heart hammered against his ribs. He fought the impulse i flee, but there was nowhere to go.

Then came a sickening crash- an iron baton smashed into the side window.

Glass shards flew like deadly confetti, and he ducked, arms raised defensively.

Too slow.

A rough hand snagged a fistful of his hair, yanking him from the driver's seat. Sharp pain exploded through his scalp, and his cry of protest was drowned by the roar of rain and adrenaline.

He hit the pavement hard, cold air punching at his lungs.

Three figures materialized from the shadows, all brandishing iron batons.

Their leader stepped forward, face contorted with a snarl-it was Hank. The rage in his eyes sent a chill through Marco's blood.

"I told you, Marco," Hank spat, his fingers knotting tighter in Marco's hair. "I know every filthy detail about your life. You damn gigolo."

Marco's breath came in panicked gulps. Fear snaked through him, coiling around his chest.

"Talk," Hank snarled, delivering a sudden backhand across Marco's face, the impact echoing through the deserted street. "Tell me everything about that man. I want it all, down to the name of his dog."

“I—I'll talk!” Marco gasped, his cheek stinging, voice trembling. "I swear, I'll tell you everything."

Hank sneered, releasing Marco with a sharp shove. In that moment, Marco knew he would betray any secret, spill every piece of gossip, just to survive the night.

Meanwhile, across town, the Kingston banquet wound down, the final guests drifting out under the glittering lights of the grand hall.

Jasmine Kingston had presided over the evening like a monarch, her every word measured, every look commanding.

By the end, the onlookers whispered in awe.

she would steer the Kingston empire to new heights, perhaps even surpassing what Alfred Kingston

secretly allied with

now, they felt wedged between two snapping jaws: a

suite overlooking Vancouver's skyline,

cold against her heels, but the instant she saw him, the ice in her demeanor

into his arms, burying her face

exhaustion threading her voice. "Did

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did what needed to be done. You're to

Jasmine, "I never wanted to be cruel. But

He understood the burdens she carried-understood the predators Jurking in every corner, waiting for her to stumble. She lifted her eyes to his. "Alex... do you ever think we could leave

of sadness in his eyes. His own demons-his parents' unsolved

it tare free like a confession. “I know where Chris Roland and Bianca

straightened, surprise lighting his

whispered, voice

His expression darkened. "Why?"

eyes shimmered with unshed

has the money.

this meant: Jasmine would have to strike at her own blood or risk the Kingston

Vancouver's streets like a pack of

when one of

boys, anger flaring, hollered after them, only to go silent when the convoy screeched to a

armed men spilled onto

gleamed under flickering streetlights, and machetes winked

fear

Hank emerged again, every step

"We want Sophia Lancaster."

rippled through the twenty thugs as

their boots

cracks, blanched and hurried to

in.

suffocating dread choked

unaware,

front door tore them awake, followed by

crash of it being kicked

stumbled into

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the space with an aura