Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 98

CHAPTER 98 PART 1

Leopold River Highway – Old Industrial District – 8:37 PM

Marcus Steel’s BMW screeched to a halt on the bullet-riddled asphalt, tires smoking from the impossible speeds he’d maintained through Grayson City’s streets. He was out of the car before it fully stopped, his dragon senses immediately locking onto Aaron Jackson’s fading heartbeat in the darkness beyond the tree line.

“Aaron!” Marcus’s voice carried both command and desperate concern as he sprinted toward the concrete barrier where his brother lay slumped and bleeding.

Aaron’s eyes fluttered open at the sound, focusing with difficulty on Marcus’s approaching form. Blood covered half his face. His right hand was cut and bleeding. His ribs-Marcus could sense at least three broken from the way Aaron’s breathing hitched with each inhale.

“Elder brother,” Aaron gasped, managing a weak smile through split lips. “You’re… late. Traffic?”

“Shut up,” Marcus said, his voice rough with emotion he rarely allowed himself to show. He knelt beside Aaron, his hands immediately assessing injuries with dragon-enhanced perception that mapped every wound, every internal trauma. “You look like hell.”

“You should… see the other guys.” Aaron tried to laugh, but it turned into a pained cough that brought up blood.

Marcus’s dragon aura exploded outward–not in fury this time, but in healing. Golden-red energy wrapped around Aaron like a protective cocoon, ancient power that predated modern medicine flowing through damaged tissue, accelerating natural healing processes, stemming internal bleeding.

“Don’t talk,” Marcus ordered quietly. “Just breathe. Let my power work.”

Aaron felt it immediately-warmth that went beyond physical heat, energy that knit torn flesh and mended fractured bone with supernatural efficiency. The pain that had been overwhelming moments ago dulled to a manageable ache.

“Is that… dragon healing?” Aaron whispered, his eyes widening.

“It’s brotherhood,” Marcus corrected. “Now shut up before I let you bleed out for being annoying.”

Tyler Reed approached cautiously, recognizing the moment for what it was-two men who’d fought side by side, who’d built an empire together, who valued each other’s lives above their own. He kept his distance, respecting the reunion.

Dominic Martinez lay a few feet away, his shoulder wound severe but not immediately fatal. Marcus’s dragon senses assessed him next-blood loss significant, but survivable if treated soon.

“Elder brother,” Aaron said quietly, his voice stronger now that Marcus’s healing energy had stabilized his worst injuries, “Cameron Brand… he knows about Quinn. He threatened to kill her. To kill you both.”

“I know.” Marcus’s dragon eyes blazed with barely suppressed fury. “He won’t get the chance.”

“He’s Jaxon’s older brother. More dangerous. More connected. He’s been living in Europe-Switzerland, I think— building resources and contacts. This wasn’t just revenge. This was planned military operation.”

“Which makes him a threat that needs to be eliminated,” Marcus said flatly. “Where is he now?”

“Tyler drove him off,” Aaron said, gesturing weakly toward the young Willson Pavilion operative. “Killed most of his mercenaries. The rest surrendered.”

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Marcus stood, his healing aura remaining wrapped around Aaron but his attention turning to Tyler. “Thank you. For protecting my brother.”

“Pavilion Master Fairbanks’s orders,” Tyler said respectfully. “Protect those valued by Marcus Steel. Your brother qualifies.”

“Still. You have my gratitude.” Marcus pulled out his phone, dialing rapidly. “I need medical teams. Two injured men at Leopold River Highway, old industrial district. Priority one.”

“Elder brother,” Aaron protested weakly, “I can-”

“You can shut up and accept help,” Marcus interrupted. “That’s what you can do.”

Within minutes, three black SUVs arrived-not emergency services, but Marcus’s own people. Elite medical personnel who knew how to treat gunshot wounds and combat injuries without asking questions or filing reports. They immediately began working on Dominic, stabilizing his shoulder and preparing him for transport.

Two other vehicles pulled up behind them-expensive sedans that radiated quiet power. Men emerged dressed in traditional robes that seemed out of place in modern Grayson City, their bearing suggesting martial training and ancient authority.

“Young Master,” the lead figure-an elderly man with a long white beard-bowed deeply. “Owen Cooper informed us of the attacks. The Ridge Family stands ready to assist. We can mobilize resources to eliminate the Brand Family threat within twenty-four hours.”

Marcus recognized them immediately-the hidden clan Owen had visited using the secret phrase Marcus had provided. Ancient forces moving at his command.

“No,” Marcus said firmly. “The Brand family is my problem. I’ll handle them personally.”

“Young Master, with respect-they’ve declared war on you. They’ve threatened the Sacred Saintess. This requires coordinated response-”

“It requires ME,” Marcus interrupted, his dragon aura flaring with authority that made even the elderly Ridge Family elder take an instinctive step back. “They threatened my brother. They targeted my wife-a Sacred Saintess. This is personal now. I won’t hide behind others while my enemies walk free.”

The elder studied Marcus for a long moment, then bowed again. “As you wish, Young Master. The Ridge Family will stand ready should you require our assistance.”

“I appreciate that.” Marcus’s tone softened slightly. “Focus on security. Make sure Quinn is protected. Make sure no more ambushes happen while I’m dealing with Cameron Brand.”

“It will be done.”

As the Ridge Family representatives departed, Marcus’s phone rang. Quinn’s number.

“Marcus?” Her voice was strained but controlled, her Saintess training keeping panic at bay. “Are you alright? Aaron called earlier-said there were attacks-I’ve been so worried-”

“I’m fine,” Marcus said immediately. “Aaron’s hurt but stable. Are you safe?”

“Yes. The Willson Pavilion bodyguards-they stopped two more attacks. Cole Harrison said at least twelve people tried to breach the restaurant perimeter. My Saintess powers activated-golden barrier stopped bullets aimed at us-but Marcus, this is getting worse. Whoever’s doing this, they’re not giving up.”

“I know.” Marcus’s jaw clenched. “Go home. Wait for me there. Don’t go anywhere else tonight.”

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“I’m already home,” Quinn said. “I called a Pavilion escort. We made it back safely.”

“Good. Lock the doors. Don’t let anyone in except me or Aaron’s people. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

“Marcus-“Quinn’s voice cracked slightly, her cold indifference finally breaking under the strain. “Be careful. Please. I can’t-I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t,” Marcus promised. “I swear it. Just wait for me.”

He ended the call and looked at Aaron, who’d been listening while the medical team worked on his injuries.

“Go to her, elder brother,” Aaron said quietly. “I’ll handle cleanup here. Tyler and I can coordinate security, make sure no one else takes shots at us tonight.”

“You’re going to the hospital-”

“I’m FINE,” Aaron insisted. “Your healing did more than any hospital could. Ribs still hurt, but I can walk, I can think, I can work. Quinn needs you more than I do right now.”

Marcus wanted to argue, but he could sense Aaron’s determination. And more importantly-Quinn was alone, terrified, surrounded by threats neither of them fully understood yet.

“Call me if anything changes,” Marcus ordered. “Anything at all.”

“Go,” Aaron said. “Protect the Sacred Saintess. That’s always priority one.”

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CHAPTER 98 PART 2

Marcus and Quinn’s Apartment – 9:15 PM

Marcus approached their apartment building with every sense on high alert, his dragon perception mapping the entire structure for threats. Security cameras had been adjusted-he could tell someone had accessed the system recently. Certain shadows in the parking garage looked slightly wrong, suggesting watchers had been positioned there recently.

Still being hunted. Still being watched.

He took the stairs instead of the elevator, moving with predatory silence that made no sound despite his speed. When he reached their floor, he paused at the door, his dragon senses detecting heartbeats inside.

Three. Not one.

Quinn plus two others.

Marcus’s hand went to the concealed weapon at his waist as he unlocked the door with his key, pushing it open slowly.

The living room lights were on. Quinn sat on the couch, her cold indifference restored but her Saintess aura still flickering with nervous energy. And standing beside her-

Karen Ridge and Brandon Hartford. Quinn’s parents.

Karen saw Marcus first, and her expression immediately transformed from concerned to hostile. “Oh, wonderful. The great Marcus Steel finally decides to show up. While your wife has been terrified and under attack, where were you? Out with your criminal friends?”

Marcus’s dragon aura, which had been coiled for combat, shifted to barely restrained irritation. “Karen. Brandon. What are you doing here?”

“We’re her PARENTS,” Karen snapped. “When we heard about the attacks on Hartford Group, about people trying to kill our daughter, we came immediately. Unlike some people who seem to prioritize everything except family.”

Quinn stood quickly. “Marcus, I let them in. They were worried, and with everything happening tonight, I thought it would be safer to have them here than out on the streets.”

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