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

allied with Harlan Drake-departed

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

private suite overlooking Vancouver's

cold against her heels, but the instant she

his arms, burying her face against his

voice. "Did I pull it off? Did

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what needed to be done. You're

tremor passed through Jasmine, "I never wanted to be cruel. But hey betrayed Kingston first... I-I

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 burdens she carried-understood the predators Jurking in every corner, waiting for her to stumble. She lifted her eyes to his.

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

free like a confession. “I know

surprise lighting his

she whispered, voice tight.

His expression darkened. "Why?"

eyes shimmered with unshed

them. He has the

Alex knew precisely what this meant: Jasmine

Vancouver's streets like a pack of wolves

one of the

anger flaring, hollered after them, only to go silent

open, and armed men spilled onto the road

gleamed under flickering streetlights, and

fear overriding

lead car, Hank emerged again, every step radiating menace. "Apartment

"We want Sophia Lancaster."

rippled through the twenty thugs as they stormed the

of their boots echoed in every

door cracks, blanched

in.

suffocating dread choked

Sophia slept unaware, her family

pounding on the front door

being kicked

Lancaster, eyes wide, stumbled into the

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space with an aura of raw