Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 107

CHAPTER 104 PART 1

Karen Ridge’s hand was already in motion, arcing toward Quinn Hartford’s face with vicious intent. The slap would have connected-would have struck a Sacred Saintess in her own home-if not for the fact that Quinn Hartford was married to something far more dangerous than her mother could comprehend.

Marcus Steel moved.

Dragon-enhanced speed turned the world into slow motion. He pivoted, his leg shooting out in a devastating kick that caught Emeric Ridge’s arm mid-strike-because it wasn’t Karen preparing to hit Quinn, but her older sister Emeric, whose fury at seeing her precious son disciplined had overridden all sense.

The impact of Marcus’s kick carried dragon power barely restrained to human-survivable levels. Emeric’s atm bent at an unnatural angle with an audible crack, and her scream tore through the mansion as she flew backward, crashing into the doorframe before collapsing in a heap.

“YOU BROKE MY ARM!” Emeric shrieked, clutching her twisted limb. “YOU MONSTER! YOU ATTACKED ME! KAREN, HE ATTACKED ME!”

Marcus stood between Quinn and the Ridge family members, his dragon aura radiating barely suppressed fury that made the bedroom lights flicker. “You tried to strike my wife. A Sacred Saintess. In her own home. Consider yourself fortunate I showed restraint.”

“Restraint?!” Emeric’s voice climbed to a hysterical pitch. “You broke my ARM! I’ll sue! I’ll call the police! I’ll-”

Federico Yarrow, still bleeding from Quinn’s slaps, pulled a switchblade from his waistband with trembling hands. The knife-cheap steel purchased from some street vendor-gleamed in the bedroom lighting as he pointed it at Marcus with false bravado born of years bullying weaker targets.

“You think you’re tough?!” Federico’s voice cracked with adolescent rage. “I’ve been in street fights since I was twelve! I’ll cut you! I’ll make you bleed!”

“No!” Quinn’s Saintess aura flared protectively, golden light erupting around her as she moved toward Marcus.” Federico, don’t-”

But Federico was already charging, the knife raised with all the skill of someone whose fighting experience consisted of stabbing unprepared victims from behind.

Marcus didn’t even blink.

His hand shot out with speed that made Federico’s attack look like it was moving through molasses. Dragon- enhanced reflexes caught Federico’s wrist, twisted with surgical precision, and the knife reversed direction- suddenly pressed against Federico’s own throat, held there by Marcus’s utterly controlled strength.

“Big mistake,” Marcus said quietly.

Federico’s eyes went wide with absolute terror. The cold steel against his jugular was steady as granite, and the hand holding it possessed strength that made resistance impossible. All his street-fighting bravado evaporated in an instant.

“Wait-wait-I have friends!” Federico gasped, feeling the blade bite slightly into his skin. A thin line of blood appeared. “I’ll call my gang! They’ll come here! They’ll-”

Marcus pressed the blade fractionally closer. More blood welled up.

“I’m sorry!” Federico’s voice broke completely. “I’m sorry! Please! I didn’t mean it! I won’t-I won’t do it again! Just-just don’t kill me!”

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Warm wetness spread down Federico’s legs. Urine soaked his boxers and jeans, dripping onto Marcus’s bedroom floor in a puddle of absolute humiliation. The tough street fighter-the delinquent who’d terrorized classmates and bullied weaker kids-had wet himself like a terrified child.

“Pathetic,” Marcus said flatly. He released Federico, who collapsed to his knees in his own urine, sobbing.

Emeric, still clutching her broken arm, found enough rage to override her pain. “You-you MONSTER! How dare you threaten my son! How dare you -”

Marcus’s hand blurred.

The switchblade flew from his grip with dragon-powered precision, spinning end over end before embedding itself in the doorframe less than a centimeter from Emeric’s neck. The blade vibrated with residual energy, close enough that she could feel the displaced air against her skin.

Emeric’s insult died in her throat. Her eyes rolled back. Her body went limp, and she collapsed in a dead faint- whether from shock, pain, or the proximity of death, it was impossible to tell.

Karen Ridge stood frozen, her earlier vindictive confidence completely shattered. She’d been about to insult. Marcus, about to defend her sister, about to assert her imagined authority-

But the casual demonstration of lethal precision, the absolute control that had placed a blade millimeters from her sister’s carotid artery, made every petty insult die unspoken.

“Quinn,” Karen said weakly, unable to meet Marcus’s glowing eyes, “control your… your husband. He’s—he’s violent. Unstable. You need to—”

“Get out,” Quinn said coldly, her Saintess aura still blazing. “Take your sister and her worthless son and leave. Now.”

Karen wanted to argue, but survival instinct won over pride. She grabbed the unconscious Emeric under the arms and dragged her toward the door. Federico scrambled after them, urine-soaked and sobbing, his street-tough persona completely demolished.

When they were gone, Quinn turned to Marcus, her cold indifference cracking to show genuine distress beneath.” Marcus, I’m so sorry. This house was supposed to be our sanctuary. Our safe place. And my family-they invaded it, destroyed it, humiliated you-”

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