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.

the Kingston empire to new

with Harlan Drake-departed

and now, they felt wedged between two snapping jaws: a tiger on

suite overlooking Vancouver's

but the instant she saw him, the ice

moved into his arms, burying her face

she asked softly, exhaustion threading her voice. "Did I pull it off? Did I seíze

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softened. "You did what needed to be done. You're to her than most

wanted to be cruel. But hey betrayed

said gently, "sometimes survival means you dont have a choice. You're stronger than you know." She leaned into him, inhaling the faint scent of leather and comfort, the only refuge in her storm of deceit and danger. He understood the

sadness in his eyes. His own demons-his parents' unsolved murders-still held him captive. "Maybe someday," he

tare free like a confession. “I know where Chris Roland and Bianca are hiding-and where they stashed the stolen

his face. "That's good, isn't

voice tight. "It's

His expression darkened. "Why?"

eyes shimmered

hiding them. He has the money. He's betraying the Kingston family...

what this meant: Jasmine would

cars tore through Vancouver's streets like a pack of wolves on the

leapt aside, curses turning to screams when one of the cars nearly clipped a trio of

hollered after them, only to go

armed men spilled onto the road like a tide

batons gleamed under flickering streetlights, and machetes winked with malicious

scattered, fear overriding their

again, every step radiating menace. "Apartment 406," he

"We want Sophia Lancaster."

through the twenty

of their boots echoed

door cracks, blanched and hurried

in.

suffocating dread choked

406, Sophia slept unaware, her family also lost in

violent pounding on the front door tore

it being kicked off

wide, stumbled into

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in, crowding the space with an aura of