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.

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

allied with Harlan Drake-departed

they felt wedged between two snapping

private suite overlooking Vancouver's skyline, Jasmine found

heels, but the instant she saw him, the ice in

moved into his arms, burying her face

exhaustion threading her voice. "Did I pull

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to be done. You're to her

wanted to be cruel.

"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 burdens she

eyes. His own demons-his parents' unsolved murders-still held him captive.

with a heavy secret. Finally, it tare free like a confession. “I know where Chris Roland

straightened, surprise lighting his face. "That's good,

she whispered, voice tight. "It's

His expression darkened. "Why?"

eyes shimmered

is hiding them. He has the

fell between them. Alex knew precisely what this meant: Jasmine would have to strike at her own blood or risk the

like a pack of wolves

curses turning to screams when one of the cars nearly clipped a

to go

armed men spilled onto the road

under flickering streetlights, and machetes

scattered, fear overriding their

lead car, Hank emerged again, every step radiating menace. "Apartment 406,"

"We want Sophia Lancaster."

chorus of affirmations rippled through the twenty thugs as they stormed the

of their boots

blanched and

in.

dread choked

Sophia slept unaware, her family also

front door tore

it being kicked off its

eyes wide, stumbled into the living

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rushed in, crowding the space with an aura of raw