Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 64

CHAPTER 64

The warehouse floor was littered with defeated Three Blade soldiers-fifty men who’d charged in expecting easy victory, now groaning in various states of injury. Aaron’s elite forces had made quick, brutal work of them. Professional versus amateur. Trained killers versus street thugs pretending to be dangerous.

Bridger Davis stared at the carnage with genuine disbelief, his broken leg forgotten in his shock. “This is impossible. We had surveillance! Eyes on every approach! How did you get so many men in position without us knowing?”

“Because you’re not as smart as you think you are,” Aaron said pleasantly, checking his phone. “Your surveillance team? They’ve been feeding me information for three weeks. Told me exactly what you were watching, what you expected, where you thought we’d position ourselves.”

“You… you turned our own people?” Bridger’s voice cracked.

“Bought them, actually,” Aaron corrected. “Turns out loyalty is surprisingly affordable when you pay better than Maurice Yarrow does.”

Gerrard Cooper’s face was mottled purple with rage and humiliation. His hands bound, his soldiers defeated, his legendary enforcer broken-everything that had made him feared in Grayson City stripped away in one catastrophic night.

“You think this changes anything?” Gerrard tried desperately to maintain some dignity. “Maurice Yarrow will-”

“Will negotiate for your release,” Marcus interrupted, walking over to crouch in front of the bound manager. After I tell him about your side business.”

Gerrard’s defiant expression flickered. “What side business?”

“The contract you took from the Brand family,” Marcus said calmly. “Five million dollars to assassinate me. You hired Ignacio Cooper to handle it personally, thinking you could eliminate a problem and pocket some cash on the side.”

The color drained from Gerrard’s face completely.

“You… how do you…” Gerrard stammered.

“I know everything,” Marcus said, his dragon eyes glowing faintly. “Every deal, every contract, every move you’ve made in the past month. You thought you could kill the husband of a Sacred Saintess and get away with it?”

His voice took on an edge that made even Aaron’s hardened men shift uncomfortably. “That’s not just stupidity. That’s a death wish. The Brand family will pay dearly for this insult. And so will you.”

“Ignacio was just supposed to-” Gerrard started desperately.

“Ignacio is dead,” Marcus interrupted. “Has been for days. I killed him when he tried to fulfill your contract. Did you really think some local enforcer could take me down?”

Bridger’s head whipped toward Gerrard, his eyes blazing with fury despite his own pain. “You took a HIT on Aaron Jackson’s friend? Without telling me? Without clearing it with Maurice? Are you INSANE?”

“It was a good opportunity!” Gerrard defended weakly. “Five million for one nobody who—”

“NOBODY?” Bridger’s scream was pure rage. “He just destroyed Noah Miller! Broke through the Eagle-Claw like it was tissue paper! And you thought some street enforcer could kill him?”

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He lunged at Gerrard despite his bound hands and broken leg, trying to reach him. “You greedy MORON! You’ve destroyed us all! This whole disaster-the ambush, the trap, everything-it’s because you couldn’t resist easy money!”

Dom Martinez pulled Bridger back, but the strategist continued screaming. “Maurice is going to KILL us! When he finds out we tried to assassinate someone this connected, this powerful-

“He’s going to negotiate,” Marcus corrected calmly. “Because I’m going to give him a choice. Pay for your lives, or explain to the entire underworld why he abandoned his top people rather than settle a debt.”

Bridger’s rage collapsed into desperate pleading. “Please. PLEASE. I didn’t know about Gerrard’s contract! I was just following orders! I have information! I can help you! Just… just let me live!”

“Untie me,” Bridger begged, tears actually forming in his eyes. “Let me call Maurice. I’ll negotiate. I’ll get you whatever you want. Just don’t kill me!”

Marcus considered this, then nodded to Dom, who cut Bridger’s zip ties. The strategist immediately grabbed for his phone with shaking hands.

“Wait,” Marcus said. “Before you call. Let’s discuss the price.”

“Anything!” Bridger gasped. “Name it!”

“Four hundred million for the three of you,” Marcus began. “Plus the deed to Black Wind Bar. Plus compensation for attempting to assassinate me-let’s say another hundred million. Plus interest on everything Sonny Ridge owed before you killed him trying to welch on the bet.”

Bridger’s face went pale at the mounting numbers. “That’s… that’s over six hundred million total…”

“Six hundred fifty,” Marcus corrected. “And that’s my generous offer. Refuse, and the price goes up. Way up.’

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