Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 28

CHAPTER 28 PART 1

Before the shock of Marcus’s slap could fully settle, the Imperial Hall doors burst open once more-but this entrance carried a different energy. Not the chaotic flood of reinforcements, but the disciplined march of professional violence.

Uniformed bodyguards poured in-thirty men in identical black suits, moving with military precision. And at their center walked Cash Lawson.

The Brand family’s most terrifying enforcer.

Cash was built like a weapon-six-foot-two of solid muscle, his face carrying scars that told stories of a decade handling the Brand family’s darkest business. His reputation preceded him: the Vajra Kick that had shattered spines, the countless enemies who’d simply disappeared after crossing the Brand family, the absolute ruthlessness that made even hardened criminals nervous.

Jaxon’s face lit up with renewed confidence. “Cash! Finally!”

The crowd parted instinctively as Cash Lawson walked through, his eyes scanning the destroyed Imperial Hall with professional assessment. His gaze landed on Jaxon’s swollen face-the split lip, the purple cheek, the blood- stained designer shirt.

“Who?” Cash’s voice came out like gravel scraping steel. “Who dared strike Young Master Brand?”

“Him!” Jaxon pointed at Marcus with vindictive triumph. “Marcus Steel! That worthless-”

SLAP!

Marcus’s hand moved casually, almost lazily, catching Jaxon across his already-swollen face. The impact was devastating-Jaxon’s head whipped to the side, more blood spraying, his body staggering backward into his friends’ arms.

The room erupted in shocked gasps.

“You see?” Marcus said calmly, his dragon eyes meeting Cash’s directly. “That’s who dared.”

Quinn’s hand flew to her mouth, terror spiking through her Saintess senses. Cash Lawson was legendary- a killer with the Brand family’s full backing, someone who operated beyond normal consequences.

Cash’s eyes went flat and cold. Without warning, he exploded forward with supernatural speed, his Vajra Kick already chambering, aimed directly at Marcus’s head with lethal intent.

“MARCUS!” Quinn’s scream tore through the hall.

Her Saintess powers erupted instinctively-golden light flooding outward, creating a protective barrier around Marcus. Divine energy crackled in the air, responding to her primal terror of losing him.

In that split second, Quinn realized with devastating clarity how deeply she cared. The thought of Marcus being hurt-of losing him after finally understanding who he really was-felt like it would shatter something fundamental in her soul.

But Marcus didn’t need the protection.

He slipped Cash’s Vajra Kick with movements too fluid to be entirely human, dragon-enhanced reflexes making the deadly strike look slow. His counter came instantly-a palm strike to Cash’s solar plexus with immense force.

Cash Lawson flew backward, crashing through a table, splintering expensive wood and sending china exploding

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across the floor. He rolled, came up gasping, his eyes wide with shock.

How? The question screamed through his mind. That speed… that power… who is this man?

“Cash.”

Aaron Jackson’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade. He stepped forward, his white suit immaculate, his expression radiating lethal rage that made the temperature in the room seem to drop.

“You just attacked my elder brother,” Aaron said quietly. Each word carried the weight of absolute authority. “The husband of a Sacred Saintess. Do you understand what you’ve done?”

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CHAPTER 28 PART 2

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CHAPTER 28 PART 2

Cash Lawson-normally fearless, hardened by a decade of violence-felt genuine panic spike through his chest. He knew exactly who Aaron Jackson was. The Brand family had always avoided direct conflict with Aaron’s organization, maintaining careful distance for exactly this reason.

“Mr. Jackson,” Cash said, his voice carefully controlled despite the pain in his chest. “I was defending Young Master Brand. I didn’t know-”

“You didn’t know because you didn’t ask,” Aaron interrupted coldly. “You saw your young master with a swollen face and assumed you had the right to attack. You didn’t consider why someone would dare strike a Brand. You didn’t question whether perhaps Jaxon Brand deserved what he got.”

He moved closer to Cash, and the enforcer-despite all his training, all his experience-took an involuntary step

backward.

“Touching Marcus Steel is unforgivable,” Aaron continued. “He is under my protection. He is married to a Sacred Saintess whose authority predates your employer’s family by centuries. And you just tried to kill him in front of me.”

Marcus placed a calming hand on Aaron’s shoulder. “I’m fine.”

“You’re FINE?” Aaron’s voice rose with genuine anger. “He tried to take your head off! In front of your wife! In front of a Saintess!” He turned back to Cash, his eyes promising extreme violence. “This requires settlement.”

Dom Martinez and Jace moved forward, flanking Aaron, their hands resting on concealed weapons. The other enforcers spread out, creating a professional kill zone.

Cash Lawson found himself trapped between loyalty and survival. He was the Brand family’s servant-had been for ten years-but he wasn’t stupid. Starting a war with Aaron Jackson over this situation would be suicide. And with a Sacred Saintess as witness, even the Brand family’s political connections might not protect him.

“Cash!” Jaxon’s voice was shrill, desperate, clinging to his last thread of authority. “What are you waiting for? Kill Marcus Steel! Kill him now! I don’t care about consequences! I don’t care about Aaron Jackson! The Brand family doesn’t bow to anyone!”

Cash hesitated, his mind racing through calculations. Jaxon was giving reckless commands, blinded by humiliation. But Cash had to live in Grayson City after tonight. Had to operate in a world where Aaron Jackson’s word was law in ways the Brand family’s money could never match.

“Well?” Aaron’s voice carried mocking invitation. “Your young master gave you an order, Cash. Are you going to follow it? Or are you going to demonstrate the intelligence that kept you alive this long?”

Cash Lawson stood frozen, caught between the Brand family heir’s commands and his own survival instincts, sweat beading on his scarred face despite the room’s temperature.

Then Marcus Steel moved.

He walked calmly to the nearest table, picked up a beer bottle-one of the many that had been brought for the earlier confrontation-and approached Jaxon Brand.

Jaxon’s eyes went wide. “What are you—”

Marcus upended the bottle over Jaxon’s head.

Beer poured down the young master’s face, soaking his expensive hair, running down his designer clothes, mixing with the blood from his split lip. The golden liquid dripped onto the marble floor in a humiliating cascade.

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