Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 24

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CHAPTER 24

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Aaron Jackson’s presence didn’t just change the atmosphere-it dominated it. The air itself seemed heavier, charged with the kind of authority that came from operating entirely outside normal power structures. This wasn’t inherited wealth like the Brand family. This wasn’t corporate influence like Titan Group’s Owen Cooper. This was raw, absolute power that existed because Aaron Jackson made it exist.

Dom Martinez bowed deeply, his voice carrying reverence that bordered on worship. “Boss.”

The single word confirmed what everyone had suspected but hoped wasn’t true.

The Hartford employees shrank back, several actually retreating toward the walls as if distance might provide safety. Even Jaxon Brand’s small army of rich heirs looked suddenly uncertain, their drunken bravado evaporating like morning mist.

But Jaxon himself-trapped between pride and terror-forced his confident sneer back onto his face and stepped forward with his hand extended.

“Mr. Jackson! Finally, we meet properly!” Jaxon’s voice carried false enthusiasm. “I’m Jaxon Brand, son of Damien Brand. I’ve heard so much about you. My father speaks very highly of your… operations.”

The extended hand hung in the air between them.

Aaron looked at it. Looked at Jaxon’s face. Then simply walked past him without acknowledgment, as if the hand didn’t exist, as if Jaxon Brand himself didn’t exist.

The slap of being completely ignored hit harder than any physical blow.

Jaxon’s face flushed deep red. His hand remained extended for one humiliating moment before dropping to his side, fingers clenching into a fist.

“That’s shameless,” Jaxon said, his voice rising with indignation. “Completely shameless! I offer you respect, friendship even, and you-”

“Your father,” Aaron interrupted without turning around, his voice carrying absolute certainty, “Damien Brand himself, shows me respect when we meet. He understands hierarchy. Position. Power.” Now Aaron turned, his eyes meeting Jaxon’s with casual contempt. “Perhaps you should learn from him.”

The implication was devastating: even the patriarch of the Brand family bowed to Aaron Jackson. What made Jaxon think he deserved better treatment?

“How dare you!” Vincent Davis-a young follower from one of Jaxon’s allied families, drunk and stupid and desperate to impress-stepped forward aggressively. “Apologize to Young Master Brand right now! You think you can just disrespect-”

Aaron’s hand moved faster than most people could track.

The slap caught Vincent across the face with enough force to spin his head completely around. Blood and teeth flew in a spectacular arc. Vincent’s body lifted off the ground from the impact, crashed sideways, and collapsed in a heap.

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The crack echoed through the Imperial Hall like a gunshot.

Absolute silence followed.

Jaxon stared at Vincent’s crumpled body, his face cycling through shock, rage, and the dawning realization that this situation had spiraled completely beyond his control.

“Vincent,” Jaxon said, his voice shaking, “get up. Get up and teach this man some respect.”

But Vincent just lay there, blood pooling beneath his face, too dazed to even whimper.

“I said GET UP!” Jaxon’s voice cracked. “Don’t embarrass me! The Brand family doesn’t-”

“Dom,” Aaron said calmly, as if Jaxon hadn’t spoken at all. “Make him understand.”

Dominic Martinez moved with terrifying speed. He grabbed Vincent by the throat, lifting the young man off the ground with one hand like he weighed nothing. Vincent’s legs kicked uselessly, his hands clawing at Dom’s iron grip.

“Put him down!” Jaxon demanded, trying to reclaim authority. “My father knows Governor Morrison! Senator Walsh! The Brand family has connections that-”

Dom squeezed tighter. Vincent’s face turned purple.

“Your father’s connections,” Aaron said conversationally, walking in a slow circle around the struggling Vincent, “are impressive. For normal people. For legal matters. For business disputes.” He stopped directly in front of Jaxon. “But they mean nothing here. Nothing to me.”

“You can’t kill him!” Jaxon’s voice rose to near-hysteria. “If Vincent dies, his family will-”

“Will do nothing,” Aaron finished. “Because they’re smart enough to know that declaring war on me would be suicide. Unlike you, apparently.”

He turned to Dom. “Don’t kill him. Just… educate him.”

Dom released Vincent’s throat and grabbed him by the hair instead. He drew back his massive fist and drove it into Vincent’s stomach with devastating force. The impact sounded like a car crash. Vincent vomited blood, his body convulsing.

“That’s for stepping forward,” Dom said calmly.

Another punch, this time to the ribs. Multiple cracks echoed. “That’s for raising your voice.”

A third punch to the face. Vincent’s nose exploded. “And that’s for making Mr. Jackson repeat himself.”

Aaron himself stepped forward then, his white suit still immaculate despite the violence, and delivered a kick to Vincent’s chest that sent the young man flying across the room. Vincent’s body crashed into the ornate wall paneling hard enough to crack it, then slumped down, leaving a blood smear.

He didn’t get up.

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Jaxon stared at his friend’s broken body, his face pale, all his arrogance completely evaporated.

Aaron turned to face the room, his expression pleasant, as if he’d just completed some minor administrative task rather than brutally beating a young heir.

Then his eyes found Marcus Steel.

“This,” Aaron said, pointing at Marcus with casual authority that made everyone’s attention shift, “is my friend. My personal friend.” His voice hardened, taking on an edge that made several people flinch.” Whoever touches him… dies. Not maybe. Not eventually. Immediately. Do I make myself clear?”

Silence. Absolute, terrified silence.

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