Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 159

CHAPTER 131 PART 1

The man on the floor wasn’t Dalton Martin for another ten seconds.

For those ten seconds he was simply a person sitting against a restaurant partition with wine drying on his face and the specific expression of someone whose brain had not yet delivered the full report on what had just happened to them. Then the report arrived, and he became Dalton Martin again – nephew of Miguel Abbott, regular at Pearl on the Water, a man who had not been physically struck since middle school – and the expression shifted into something considerably less confused and considerably more dangerous.

He stood up. Slowly, because the dragon-enhanced slap had genuinely affected his equilibrium, but with the deliberate steadiness of a man performing recovery rather than experiencing it.

“You have no idea,” he said quietly, “whose restaurant you’re eating in.”

“I’m eating in Miguel Abbott’s restaurant,” Marcus said, sitting back down. “Yes.”

Dalton blinked. The familiarity with the name seemed to recalibrate something. “Then you know—”

“I know the bass is good.” Marcus picked up his fork. “Sit down or leave. You’re between me and the window.”

Dalton’s jaw tightened. He touched the side of his face where the slap had landed, and his fingers came away with a trace of red – the wine bottle’s edge from the first strike had caught his temple, and the skin there had made a decision it couldn’t reverse.

He looked at his companions.

“Calvin,” he said.

One of the three men by the table straightened. He was built differently from the others – not wider but denser, the kind of physical mass that came from specific and sustained effort, and he moved with the unhurried authority of someone whose professional identity was entirely organized around the next thirty seconds.

“Take the women to the back,” Dalton said. “And waste him.”

Calvin turned to the restaurant entrance and raised two fingers.

The doors opened.

They came in from both entrances simultaneously through the main dining room doors and through the service corridor access – and they filled the restaurant’s northwest section with the organized pressure of a coordinated arrival. Elize counted without meaning to: six, then ten, then she stopped counting because the number had become a category rather than a figure. Dalton Martin’s people, in their leather jackets and their wide stances, arranged themselves around table fourteen with the practiced efficiency of people who had done versions of this before,

The restaurant went quiet in sections, like lights going out room by room.

Simeon King pressed back in her chair. “Elize,” she said, very quietly.

“I see them,” Elize said.

“We should-

“I know.”

Couldn’t pair with 74:E5:F9:A2:E8:E1. Make sure that it’s ready to pair.

Elize straightened. She looked at Dalton Martin with the specific composure of someone attempting to deploy the only asset they had left.

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“My name is Elize Yarrow,” she said clearly. “My father is the head of the Yarrow Family. If you know anything about Five-River Province’s business structure, you know that what you’re about to do has consequences that—”

Dalton laughed.

Not a short laugh. A full one, the kind that filled the space around it. His companions picked it up and passed it around the table like something being shared.

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