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.

new heights,

secretly allied with Harlan

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

overlooking Vancouver's skyline, Jasmine

the instant she saw him,

arms, burying her face against

exhaustion threading her voice. "Did I pull it off? Did

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

cruel. But hey

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. "Alex... do you ever think we could leave

own demons-his

lip, as if wrestling with a heavy secret. Finally, it tare free like a confession. “I know where

his face. "That's good,

voice tight. "It's

His expression darkened. "Why?"

shimmered with unshed

brother Charles is hiding them. He has the money. He's betraying

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

streets like a pack of

screams when one of the cars nearly clipped a trio

after them, only to

onto

streetlights, and machetes

scattered, fear overriding

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

"We want Sophia Lancaster."

rippled through the twenty

their boots echoed

peeking through door cracks, blanched and hurried to

in.

suffocating dread choked the

slept unaware, her family also

violent pounding on the front door tore

being kicked

wide, stumbled

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