Chapter 57 - the bloodline's wrath
"you are making the exact same mistake your father made twenty years ago, lucas," sophia spoke, her voice eerily smooth, carrying the terrifying weight of a sovereign pronouncing a death sentence.
lucas smirked, tightening his grip on the frightened boy. "spare me your philosophy, cross. transfer the entire conglomerate assets to—"
he never got to finish his sentence. caesar had not followed sophia onto the veranda; instead, the massive cane corso had circled silently through the dense rose bushes, positioning himself directly behind lucas in the blind spot of the morning fog.
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with an earth-shattering roar that shook the very ground, caesar launched himself through the air. the eighty-kilogram beast slammed into lucas with the force of a speeding truck, knocking the gun flying from his hand and tearing him away from the terrified child.
marcus junior instantly scooped young alexander into his arms, pulling him to safety, while caesar pinned the screaming enemy flat against the wet grass, his razor-sharp fangs resting inches from the man's throat.
