The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 132

Chapter 134

The previous night.

A restless moon hung over Vancouver that night, casting a pale glow across the cramped apartment block where Marco Ashford arrived in a breathless rush.

His heart thudded louder than his footsteps, though he kept his face carefully composed.

Inside, Florence stood in the faint hallway light, her cheeks streaked with tears, her shoulders trembling.

"Florence, what happened?" he asked, mustering his best tone of concern.

She clutched at his arm, her grip so tight it hurt.

"Marco-oh God-my daughter! They took Sophia! You've got to help her!"

Marco forced a sympathetic frown, fighting the guilt that coiled in his stomach.

"Who took her?" he asked quietly, even though the answer was already gnawing at him.

He'd sold Sophia's address to Hans, and the shame of that betrayal pressed like a cold stone against his chest.

Florence's voice cracked, her tears renewing. "I-I don't know. It was so fast. Please, Marco-you have connections, you can do something!"

He nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Take it easy," he said softly, sounding smoother than he felt. "I'll call my people. I promise they'll find Sophia. Nothing will happen to her."

Florence let out a shaky breath, clinging to his reassurance as though it were the only thing keeping her upright.

"Thank you," she whispered, eyes red and desperate. "You are the only one I believe."

Stepping aside, Marco pretended to dial a number, anxiety tightening his gut.

Returning to her, he wore the mask of a grim messenger.

"I got some news," he said heavily. "Harlan Drake is after Sophia because of Alex. He attacked Drake's prince. Jasper's in the hospital." He paused, letting the gravity of the words sink in.

"Drake's out for blood."

Florence's knees nearly gave out. "My baby... my Sophia..." The heartbreak on her face made Marco's throat close up.

"Don't worry," he lied, gentling his voice. "I've got people on it. She'll be safe, I swear." As he spoke, the hope twisted his

stomach.

Part of him silently wished the entire mess-Alex, Sophia, all of it would just vanish.

His life depended on it.

When the axe entered the forest, the trees said, "The handle is one of us.'

Elsewhere in Vancouver, the tension was a physical thing, crackling through the air like static.

At one of Harlan Drake's nightclubs, about thirty men stomped inside, assault rifles drawn and ready.

wearing a harsh scowl, confronted

is ours now," he said,

guards exchanged

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were big men, but they weren't stupid. Most of Drake's crew

throat. "This is Harlan Drake's territory," he said, stepping back. "You think you can

claim it?"

across the

leader snarled: "Join us or

beading on his forehead. "Same salary

said, shrugging. "Suit

Drake's nightclub fell without a

his new crew waged

shark office went under, then his security building, then his

after another, the guards at each location given the same three options: submit, flee, or bleed on the

the

filtered back to Hugo, one

he paced like a

playing at?" he muttered, slamming

reports any longer, Hugo marched to Harlan's study

twice, but

called, forcing the door

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rug, eyes vacant, blood trickling from every opening in

even breathe. He walked to

though he already

felt for a

as if saying the word would

Hans appeared,

coming with Kingston's

lips when he spotted Harlan's

his face

killed Harlan!" he blurted,

could stop

"Hugo killed the boss!"

through the front doors, broadcasting his

dead! Hugo did it!" Hans shouted, fear and

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immediate-a ripple of shock and confusion

mob.

bellowed, "Carlos's men are taking all our bases!hey're cleaning us

police are coming

for an escape route. One cry

That sealed it.

to risk their lives for a

bursting,

scrambled for their bikes, their cars, or

but here.

he'd dedicated two

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