Chapter 44 - the penthouse clash
Julian recovered with terrifying agility, abandoning his polished corporate demeanor as pure, animalistic rage took over. He lunged forward, drawing a concealed military-grade tactical knife from inside his grey suit jacket.
The blade flashed dangerously under the dim moonlight filtering through the glass windows. I didn't flinch. I pivoted smoothly on my heel, deflecting his initial slash with my forearm guard and driving my elbow hard into his solar plexus.
Julian gasped, the air violently leaving his lungs, but he managed to swipe the blade sideways, slicing a shallow, stinging cut across my left sleeve. Warm blood began to seep through the fabric of my black tactical shirt.
"You're good, Avery," Julian wheezed, clutching his chest while maintaining his grip on the knife. "But you can't protect Dominic forever. We own half the city's political elite. The Sterling empire is going to burn from the inside out."
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Before I could deliver a devastating roundhouse kick to finish him, the heavy oak doors of the master bedroom flew open with a deafening bang. Dominic stood in the doorway, his eyes blazing with an apocalyptic, murderous fury.
👉 read part 45 to see dominic unleash his apocalyptic wrath.
