Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 129

CHAPTER 116 PART 2

Beside him, Banyan Carmichael-known in Grayson City’s underworld as “Crossing the River Dragon”-smiled with the confidence of someone whose reputation preceded him. Heavily built, covered in visible tattoos, his presence radiated violence barely restrained by social convention.

“Ladies,” Banyan said, his eyes roaming over Quinn, Anna, and Cosmo with undisguised interest. “Your friend Larkin and I go way back. He tells me you two used to date.”

“Briefly,” Lance said through clenched teeth. “Very briefly. Before I realized what kind of person he was.”

“What kind?” Larkin’s laugh was ugly. “The kind who barely got to second base with you? Yeah, that still pisses me off. Three months of dating and you wouldn’t even-”

“Because you’re disgusting,” Lance interrupted coldly.

Banyan pulled out a chair uninvited, his massive frame settling beside Anna. “How about this-Lance reconciles with Larkin here. Makes up for lost time. And maybe the rest of you lovely ladies join us for a more… private gathering. I’m Banyan Carmichael. Maybe you’ve heard of me.”

“Never,” Quinn said flatly, her Saintess aura pulsing with contained fury.

“Well, you’ll learn,” Banyan replied, reaching across the table toward Anna. “Grayson City underworld-I’m one of the big names. Show me proper respect and-”

Marcus’s chopsticks moved with dragon-enhanced precision. The wooden utensils struck pressure points on Banyan’s reaching hand-not breaking bones, not causing visible injury, but delivering sharp nerve pain that made the thug’s entire arm go rigid.

Banyan jerked back with a grunt, his face twisting. “What the-”

“Sorry,” Marcus said mildly. “Accident. My hand slipped.”

The three women burst into laughter at Banyan’s expression-confusion mixed with pain he couldn’t explain.

“You think that’s funny?!” Banyan stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly. “You think embarrassing Banyan Carmichael is FUNNY?!”

He pulled out his phone and made three calls in rapid succession. Within two minutes, fifteen men poured into the café-tattooed, rough-looking thugs who immediately positioned themselves at exits and windows. The staff retreated behind the counter. Other customers tried to leave but found their paths blocked.

“Nobody moves,” Banyan announced. “Nobody leaves until I say so.”

Lance tried to pull out her phone. “I’m calling the police-”

Larkin snatched it from her hand. “No you’re not, baby. Here’s how this works. You agree to be my girlfriend again – properly this time-or nobody protects you from Banyan’s mood. Your choice.”

“Screw you,” Lance spat.

“Wrong answer.” Larkin’s smile turned vicious.

Something snapped in Lance’s mind-years of frustration, fear, and trapped anger demanding outlet through the worst possible decision. She grabbed Marcus’s arm and pressed against him with deliberate intimacy.

“You want to know why I won’t be your girlfriend, Larkin?” Lance’s voice carried reckless fury. “Because I’ve already had better. Way better. This man-Marcus Steel-he and I have been intimate. Multiple times. He’s

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everything you’re not.”

The lie detonated like a bomb.

Quinn’s eyes widened with shock. Anna gasped. Cosmo’s killing intent erupted briefly before Marcus suppressed it with a glance.

“You WHAT?!” Larkin’s face turned purple with rage. “You wouldn’t sleep with ME after three months but you fucked some random-”

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