Triumph Above All novel

The jet-black dragon dagger seemed to pin him to the pillar of shame.

Such strength in a young and beautiful woman!

It was unbelievable!

He desperately wanted to pull the dagger, but he knew doing so would leave his entire arm paralyzed.

As cold sweat drenched his back, he could do nothing but press on his wound in pain.

The subordinates on either side of him trembled, holding broken beer bottles and daggers. How could they possibly go up against Skylar and Dianne again?

The weapons hung in their hands as they clenched them tightly with the last of their willpower.

“I’ll ask you one last time—who paid you to kill me?” Skylar’s eyes were cold as he asked Lev in hushed tones.

Lev’s hatred for Skylar at this moment matched the intensity of the pain in his arm.

What’s more, this had happened in front of his subordinates, causing him to lose all dignity.

A feeling of intense hatred made him want to swallow Skylar whole.

would be worse than the bald man’s if he persisted

Skylar and Dianne saw no distinction between killing the bald

hurried footsteps in the corridor just as he

filed in, stepping on the glass

man in a shirt. It was Homer Mcgee, the owner of

suddenly burst into hysterical joy upon

would back him up had

Homer, my name is Lev Hart, and this guy smashed the door to your private room and even stabbed me

and kill that bitch and

glared resentfully at

of strength, his family’s history of gang activity

to opportunism—when have I ever been treated unfairly like

for Homer by kicking

certain that Homer would never

she was, defeat Homer’s hundreds

Homer’s

and Dianne have no chance of escaping

at the thought as

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