Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 93

CHAPTER 93 PART 1

Quinn Hartford’s hands trembled slightly as she gripped Marcus’s arm, her cold indifference cracking with genuine fear. “Marcus, please-call Aaron. These men have connections. Real connections. We can’t fight them alone.”

Marcus pulled out his phone and handed it to her without looking away from Cesar Pendleton’s bloodied face.” You’re right. Call him.”

Then he walked toward Cesar with measured, predatory steps, his dragon aura radiating controlled fury that made the air itself feel heavy.

“Wait-what are you-” Cesar started to say.

Marcus’s fist shot forward with dragon-enhanced speed and power.

The impact caught Cesar square in the nose. Bone crunched audibly a sickening crack that echoed through Skyline Restaurant like a gunshot. Blood exploded from Cesar’s face as his head snapped backward, and his entire body flew three feet through the air before crashing through another decorative table.

Glass shattered. Wood splintered. Cesar landed in a heap of wreckage and blood, his nose clearly broken, his expensive suit completely ruined.

The entire restaurant fell into shocked silence.

Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Everyone stared at Marcus Steel-this unassuming young man who’d just destroyed one of Five-River Province’s most powerful hotel magnates with a single punch.

“You-you broke my NOSE!” Cesar wailed, clutching his ruined face with both hands. “Do you know who I AM?!”

“A man bleeding on my shoes,” Marcus replied calmly. He turned toward Leopold Lancaster, who’d been watching from the wall where Marcus had slammed him earlier. “You. Come here.”

Leopold’s bravado had completely evaporated. He shuffled forward slowly, his sharp features pale with terror.” Listen, man, we don’t want trouble-”

Marcus grabbed him by the collar, lifting him slightly off the ground with casual dragon strength. “You offered my wife fifty thousand dollars for her company. Like she’s some prostitute you can purchase. I find that deeply offensive.”

“I-I didn’t mean we were drunk-”

“So here’s what’s going to happen,” Marcus interrupted. “You’re going to pay her two million dollars. Right now. Consider it an apology f*e for disrespecting a Sacred Saintess.”

Leopold’s eyes went wide. “Two million?! That’s insane! I don’t have that kind of cash-”

“Then transfer it,” Marcus said. “Wire it. I don’t care how you do it. But you have five minutes before I start breaking bones.”

Leonardo Lancaster tried to be the hero. “You can’t threaten us like-”

Marcus’s leg shot out in a devastating kick infused with dragon power. The impact caught Leonardo in the chest, lifting him completely off his feet and sending him sliding across the polished restaurant floor like a hockey puck. He crashed into the bar twenty feet away, gasping for air.

The witnesses-other diners, waiters, restaurant staff-stared in absolute shock. Nobody moved with that kind of

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speed and strength. Nobody hit with that kind of power. This was beyond normal human capability.

‘Anyone else want to negotiate?” Marcus asked the room at large.

Silence.

The restaurant entrance doors swung open, and Riley Ridge walked in with three companions, all dressed in expensive suits. Riley’s face lit up with malicious glee when he saw the chaos-broken tables, blood on the floor, Cesar Pendleton clutching his shattered nose.

“Well, well,” Riley said, his voice dripping with vindictive satisfaction. “Marcus Steel. I heard there was trouble at Skyline, but I never imagined it would be you causing it.”

Marcus’s expression didn’t change. “Riley. Still walking on two legs? I’m surprised after the ocean park incident. Tell me have you practiced your dog impression lately? Because you were getting quite good at barking,”

Riley’s face flushed purple with rage and humiliation. The memory of that public degradation—being forced to bark like a dog in front of hundreds of people-burned like acid in his gut.

“You think you’re so clever,” Riley hissed. “But you just made the biggest mistake of your worthless life. Cesar Pendleton has deep connections with Three Blade Group. You know them, don’t you? The organization that controls half of Grayson City’s underworld?”

“I’m familiar,” Marcus said calmly.

“Then you know you’re dead,” Riley continued, his vindictive glee returning. “Maurice Yarrow himself is sending men. Cesar called in favors. You’ve finally met your match, Steel.”

Marcus’s smile was cold and utterly without warmth. “We’ll see.”

Riley turned to Cesar, helping the bleeding hotel magnate to his feet. “Mr. Pendleton, I have some information you might find… interesting. About Marcus Steel and his so-called wife.”

“What kind of information?” Cesar growled through his broken nose.

Riley’s smile turned vicious. “Their marriage has never been consummated. Three years together, and that Sacred Saintess wife of his? Still untouched. Still pure. Marcus Steel-the great protector-can’t even satisfy his own wife.”

The revelation hit the room like a bomb.

Quinn gasped, her face going pale. That information was private-deeply personal—and Riley had just exposed it to a room full of strangers to humiliate her and Marcus both.

Cesar’s bloodshot eyes gleamed with predatory interest as he looked at Quinn. “Is that so? A Sacred Saintess, still pure? Well, well. Maybe after I’m done dealing with your worthless husband, I’ll help myself to what he’s been too incompetent to claim. Let off some steam, if you know what I mean.”

The words hung in the air like a death sentence.

Marcus’s dragon aura exploded.

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CHAPTER 93 PART 2

The temperature in Skyline Restaurant dropped ten degrees. The lights flickered. Glass rattled in window frames. And Marcus Steel’s eyes blazed with golden-red fire that made Riley Ridge take an instinctive step backward.

“What did you just say?” Marcus’s voice carried inhuman resonance that made everyone’s survival instincts scream danger.

“I-I was just “Cesar stammered, some primitive part of his brain finally recognizing the threat standing before him.

Marcus moved.

His hand shot out and slapped Riley Ridge across the face with dragon-enhanced force. The impact sounded like a gunshot. Three of Riley’s teeth flew from his mouth in a spray of blood and enamel, and he spun completely around before collapsing to the floor.

“You dare expose my wife’s private matters?” Marcus said quietly, his dragon power making the air shimmer with heat. “You dare attack a Sacred Saintess’s honor and dignity?”

Before Riley could respond, Marcus grabbed a heavy wooden restaurant chair and raised it above his head.

“No-wait-please-” Riley’s protest turned into a scream as Marcus brought the chair down with devastating

force.

The impact shattered Riley’s left leg.

Bone cracked audibly-tibia and fibula breaking like dry twigs-and Riley’s scream rose to a pitch that made everyone in the restaurant wince. The chair itself splintered from the force, pieces of wood scattering across the floor.

“That’s for my wife,” Marcus said coldly, dropping the broken chair beside Riley’s writhing form. “Anyone else want to insult a Sacred Saintess? Please, feel free. I have plenty more chairs.”

Quinn stood frozen, her Sacred Saintess aura blazing with conflicting emotions-horror at the violence, gratitude for Marcus’s protection, fear of what might come next. With trembling fingers, she dialed Aaron Jackson’s number on Marcus’s phone.

He answered on the first ring. “Elder brother? What-”

“It’s Quinn,” she interrupted, her voice shaking slightly. “Marcus is there’s trouble at Skyline Restaurant. Men threatened us. Cesar Pendleton and the Lancaster brothers. They’re calling Three Blade Group for reinforcements.”

The line went silent for three heartbeats.

When Aaron spoke again, his voice carried deadly seriousness. “Sister-in-law, Sacred Saintess are you hurt? Did anyone touch you?”

“They-they tried to,” Quinn admitted. “Marcus stopped them. But one of them-Cesar Pendleton-he said he would-”

“I understand,” Aaron interrupted, his voice turning to ice. “I’ll be there in five minutes. And sister-in-law? Cesar Pendleton will never leave Grayson City alive for daring to threaten you and elder brother.”

The certainty in his voice sent chills down Quinn’s spine.

“Five minutes,” Aaron repeated. “Until then, stay behind Marcus. He’ll protect you.”

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The call ended.

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