Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 40

CHAPTER 40

For the first time in the entire chaotic evening, Quinn felt real fear. Not for herself-her Saintess powers could protect her. But her mother, her father-they were just ordinary people. Flynn Sawyer was a known killer. If he decided to truly hurt them…

Her holy powers might not be enough to stop him.

Marcus looked at his wife’s frightened face, at her mother who’d spent three years calling him worthless, at the family that had made him sleep in a separate room and treated him like hired help.

“Marcus, please,” Quinn whispered. “I know they’ve been terrible to you. But they’re still my parents. Please.”

The ‘please’ did it. Not Karen’s panic. Not the situation’s danger. Just Quinn, asking him genuinely for help.

Marcus stood slowly, his movements unhurried. He walked toward Flynn with the calm confidence of someone who knew exactly how this would end.

“Flynn,” Marcus said quietly.

The effect was immediate and dramatic. Flynn stopped mid-advance, his entire posture shifting from aggressive to deferential. He turned to Marcus and bowed-actually bowed, like a subordinate before his superior.

“Mr. Steel,” Flynn said respectfully.

“You’re frightening my wife’s family,” Marcus continued, his voice carrying that cold authority Quinn was beginning to recognize. “I appreciate your… enthusiasm… in addressing tonight’s situation. But I’d prefer if you didn’t traumatize my in-laws further.”

“Of course, Mr. Steel. My apologies.” Flynn stepped back immediately, gesturing for his men to do the same.

Karen stared, her mouth hanging open. Brandon’s eyes went wide with shock. Several nearby diners whispered frantically:

“Did you see that? The thug just bowed to him!”

“Who IS Marcus Steel?”

“Even criminals respect the Saintess’s husband?”

Marcus turned to face the Ridge family and his in-laws, his dragon eyes cold. “You disrespect my wife-the Sacred Saintess-with your schemes and your mockery. You involve criminals in family matters. You prioritize status over character.” His voice hardened. “Consider this mercy. Because Quinn asked for it. Not because any of you deserve it.”

The words hung in the air like a judgment.

Then Riley Ridge burst through the private room entrance, his face flushed from whatever phone calls he’d been making in the restroom. “What’s going on? Why is everyone

He stopped dead when he saw his parents’ condition. His mother’s split lip and bruised face. His father slumped against the wall, barely conscious. Flynn and his gang standing there like executioners.

“What happened?” Riley demanded, his voice cracking. “Who did this? Flynn, I paid you to

SLAP!

Flynn’s backhand caught Riley with devastating force, spinning him completely around. Blood sprayed from his

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mouth. He crashed into a chair, sending it skittering across the floor.

“You paid me to attack Aaron Jackson’s elder brother,” Flynn snarled, advancing on the fallen Riley. “You paid me to humiliate the Sacred Saintess’s husband. You stupid, arrogant FOOL.”

“Aaron Jackson’s…” Riley’s eyes went wide with dawning horror. “But Marcus is nobody! Everyone knows-”

“Everyone knows WRONG!” Flynn grabbed Riley by his expensive shirt and hauled him up, then delivered a brutal punch to his ribs. Something cracked. Riley screamed.

Another punch to the face. Riley’s nose shattered, blood gushing down his designer suit.

“You tried to use ME,” Flynn continued, punctuating each word with another blow, “to hurt someone protected by the most dangerous man in Grayson City!”

CRACK! Riley’s jaw.

CRUNCH! His ribs.

THUD! His solar plexus.

Riley collapsed, gasping, blood pooling beneath him. His overseas education, his cultivation training, his supposed influence-none of it mattered against Flynn’s brutal efficiency.

“You’re lucky you’re still breathing,” Flynn said coldly, standing over Riley’s broken form. “The only reason I don’t kill you right now is because Mr. Steel showed mercy. Remember that.”

Karen and Brandon scrambled away from the scene, pressing against the far wall.

“We don’t know him!” Brandon blurted desperately. “Riley Ridge is no relation to us! We’re just… we’re just here for dinner! We have nothing to do with-”

“With attacking Marcus Steel?” Flynn’s laugh was harsh. “You’ve been mocking him all night. Calling him worthless. Encouraging your daughter to divorce him. Don’t pretend you’re innocent.”

A bystander-Declan Martin, a minor business owner who’d been eating in a nearby booth-watched with growing terror. He’d seen the entire evening unfold. Seen Marcus drinking the expensive wine, seen Flynn arrive, expected Marcus to be next on the beating schedule.

But instead…

Flynn turned to Marcus with respectful deference. “Mr. Steel, would you like me to remove these people from the restaurant? Or would you prefer I stay and ensure your meal isn’t further disrupted?”

Marcus returned to his seat calmly, picked up his wine glass-not the expensive Pétrus, but a simple table wine. ” I’d prefer if you didn’t frighten my wife and in-laws further. Your point has been made.”

“Of course.” Flynn snapped his fingers, and one of his men immediately rushed to pour Marcus fresh wine from a new bottle, treating him like royalty.

The entire room watched in stunned silence as the notorious criminal enforcer served Marcus Steel like a butler serving a king.

Marcus took a sip, nodded approval, then gestured to the remaining food on the table. “Quinn, you should eat. The duck is excellent.”

Quinn stared at her husband-at this stranger who commanded respect from killers while calmly finishing his meal-and felt her entire understanding of reality shift.

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