Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 63

CHAPTER 63 PART 1

Marcus walked calmly toward where Noah Miller lay crumpled against the support pillar, blood pooling beneath the legendary enforcer’s broken body. Noah tried to push himself up one final time, pride refusing to let him stay down despite his ruined arms and shattered cultivation.

“Stay… down…” Noah gasped, each word costing him visible pain.

Marcus reached down, his hand closing around Noah’s throat. Then, with casual ease that made several Three Blade soldiers gasp, he lifted the old assassin completely off the ground with one hand.

Noah’s feet dangled uselessly in the air. He clawed at Marcus’s iron grip with his broken fingers, achieving nothing. His legendary Eagle-Claw Hand-the technique that had killed hundreds-was now just dead weight attached to useless arms.

“You know what’s pathetic?” Marcus asked conversationally, holding Noah at eye level. “You spent fifty years building a reputation on killing people weaker than yourself. Never actually tested against real power. And the moment you faced someone who could fight back…” He squeezed slightly, making Noah choke. “…you were exposed as exactly what you’ve always been. A coward. A deserter. A fraud.”

He tossed Noah aside like garbage. The old enforcer flew through the air, crashed through a wooden table, and didn’t get up. His chest still rose and fell-barely-but he was done. Finished. His legend destroyed in front of the very people who’d paid him to be invincible.

“Boss!” one of Aaron’s men called out. “We got ’em!”

Dom Martinez appeared, dragging Bridger Davis and Gerrard Cooper by their collars. Both men’s hands were zip- tied behind their backs, their weapons confiscated, their earlier confidence completely evaporated.

“Let me GO!” Gerrard struggled uselessly against Dom’s iron grip. “Do you have ANY idea what you’re doing? The Three Blade Group will-”

“Will what?” Aaron interrupted pleasantly, walking over to examine the captured executives. “Send their invincible enforcer? Oh wait, he’s already here.” He gestured to Noah’s broken form. “That didn’t work out so well.

”

Bridger’s eyes darted around desperately, seeking escape routes, calculating odds, his strategic mind racing through scenarios and finding no good options. Then his gaze landed on the warehouse entrance-still open, his reinforcements due any minute-and hope flickered.

“NOW!” Bridger screamed suddenly, his voice carrying outside. “EVERYONE STORM THE WAREHOUSE! KILL THEM ALL! DON’T LEAVE ANYONE ALIVE!”

His gambit was desperate but logical-if his reinforcements arrived in force, created enough chaos, maybe in the confusion he and Gerrard could escape. Maybe they could salvage something from this disaster. Maybe mutual destruction was better than total defeat.

The sound of running feet echoed from outside-dozens of men responding to their commander’s call. The Three Blade Group’s backup forces, fifty soldiers strong, armed and ready, charging toward the warehouse entrance expecting easy cleanup of scattered resistance.

They burst through the doors like a flood, weapons raised, faces set with determination—

Then stopped dead.

Because the scene inside wasn’t what they’d expected. Not at all.

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Their “War God” Noah Miller lay broken and bleeding against a pillar, barely conscious. Their leaders Bridger Davis and Gerrard Cooper were bound and helpless in enemy hands. Their deputy manager Sonny Ridge was dead. And standing in the center of it all, completely unharmed, radiating power that made survival instincts scream warnings, was Marcus Steel.

“You’re… you’re supposed to be surrounded,” one soldier stammered. “Outnumbered. Defeated…”

“Is that what Bridger told you?” Marcus asked with mild amusement. “That we were trapped?”

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CHAPTER 63 PART 2

He gestured casually to the warehouse entrance where Aaron’s men had been waiting, concealed, letting the Three Blade reinforcements enter completely before revealing themselves. Thirty elite enforcers, each carrying the kind of professional lethality that made street soldiers look like amateurs.

The trap within the trap.

“You idiots walked right in,” Aaron said cheerfully. “Bridger’s call for help? We were listening the whole time. Knew exactly when you’d arrive. Let you all pile into this warehouse thinking you were the cavalry coming to save the day.”

He snapped his fingers, and his men raised weapons-not dramatically, just professionally. Aimed. Ready. “But really, you just made yourselves easier to capture.”

The Three Blade soldiers’ confidence shattered visibly. They’d expected a desperate fight. Found instead that they’d walked into a slaughterhouse where their legendary enforcer had already been destroyed and their leaders captured.

“This is INSANE!” Bridger’s voice rose desperately. “You can’t take us all! Even surrounded, we can-”

CRACK!

Marcus’s foot moved faster than most people could track. It caught Bridger’s shin with devastating precision, dragon-enhanced force shattering bone like glass. Bridger’s leg bent at an unnatural angle, his scream echoing off

warehouse walls.

“You can what?” Marcus asked over the screaming. “Fight your way out? With your ‘War God’ broken, your leaders captured, and my people surrounding you on all sides?”

He looked at the fifty reinforcements, all frozen now, watching their strategist writhe in agony. “Anyone else want to be heroic? Want to test whether you’re faster than dragon-enhanced reflexes? Want to see if your numbers mean anything against actual power?”

Silence. Dead, terrified silence.

“That’s what I thought,” Marcus said.

Aaron pulled out his phone, making a quick call. “Bring them in.”

More footsteps echoed from outside-but these were controlled, organized. Aaron’s elite forces, another fifty soldiers who’d been positioned around the warehouse’s perimeter, now entered through every available opening. Windows, side doors, even cutting through the roof access.

The Three Blade Group’s reinforcements found themselves surrounded from all directions, outnumbered, outgunned, and facing an enemy that had predicted every move.

“We knew Bridger would try something,” Aaron explained conversationally to the captured strategist. “You’re predictable. Always have been. So we prepared accordingly. Let you think you had backup, let you call your men into the trap, and now…’

He gestured broadly at the scene. “Now the entire leadership of your Grayson City branch is captured or dead. Your legendary enforcer is broken. Your soldiers are surrounded and disarmed. Your operation here is finished.”

Gerrard Cooper’s face had gone from red to gray. “Maurice Yarrow will hear about this. He’ll come himself. He’ll bring the full might of the Three Blade Group and-”

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