All Chapters of Dominance of the Forgotten God of War: Chapter 261
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261. The Small Fry and the Big Fish
Beads of cold sweat appeared on Oliver’s forehead as he felt a shiver run along his spine. The sharp steel pressed against his throat made his mouth dry up as he tried to speak.“I…don’t know what you are…ta…talking about. There must be some mis…misunderstanding,” he mumbled, trying to squirm his way out of trouble with a sniveling lie.But Alex wasn’t buying his act of innocence.“Kenneth and Barry already spilled all the beans. It is not nice to lie to your elders,” he whispered, pressing the knife so firmly against Oliver’s throat that it nicked his skin.As blood trickled from the shallow cut and stained Oliver’s collared white shirt, he panicked, and his breathing turned ragged and sporadic.“I…am not…the guy you’re looking…for. They lied…to you. I didn’t do anything!”“Let’s try this again!” Alex’s voice boomed from behind as the blade flashed in his hand, moving sharply against Oliver’s cheek and leaving another gash on his skin.“Argh! My face!” Grabbing his bleeding cheek wit
262. Risk Assessment
Oliver finally heaved a sigh of relief as Alex left the nightclub with Captain Williams and his team of ex-commandos.Covered in blood and with his ego crushed to pieces, he didn’t dare to even think of targeting Alex and his businesses again. But it still didn’t stop him from calling up his friend and warning him of the danger that was closing in on him.“We got a problem,” Oliver muttered painfully, holding his bleeding cheek.“What?” Ross’s irritated voice came from the other side.“Alex Verlaine. He found out that I’d sent those bikers to burn his warehouse,” Oliver replied. “He was here just now, and he knows someone else is involved in this. This is going to get ugly, Ross. You should be careful.”“So, you’re suddenly afraid of Alex Verlaine?” Ross scoffed. “What happened to all that talk about the young ruling the city? Was that all your drink talking? Or are you just a gutless shrimp?”“I am just asking you to watch your back,” Oliver muttered back, holding back the urge to la
263. The Case of the Missing Shipment
Flirting with danger had become a part and parcel of Alex’s life by now. It almost felt like it was ingrained into his being, and no matter where he went, danger seemed to follow at his heels like a tireless hound.Godrick’s words of caution were nothing more than a confirmation of what Alex already knew. But he wasn’t afraid.Instead, he was looking forward to the opportunity of running into another hitman because this time, he wasn’t going to let the bastard escape.Despite Godrick’s warning and Dr. Lucy’s several stubborn insistences, Alex refused to be escorted by a full security detail. He reasoned that it would only draw attention and give the media something to talk about.Accompanied by just his trusted driver, Alex made his way to the Fenerick toll plaza, which was barely a mile away from the Fenerick underpass.The manager and the junior toll officer immediately came out to greet Alex as his black sedan pulled up to the toll gate.“Mr. Verlaine, we didn’t know you would be c
264. The Marston Connection
Alex returned to his beachside penthouse, hoping to finally make things up with Dr. Lucy and apologize for the ruined dinner.However, even before Alex could reach his place, she called him up.“Lucy, I am really sorry I couldn’t give you my time. Things have been quite hectic of late,” Alex responded over the wireless while keeping his hands steady on the wheel. “But I promise I will make it up to you.”“I am not even thinking about that. I am just worried about you, Alex. Your recklessness scares me,” Dr. Lucy replied in a subdued tone. “You are surrounded by enemies, but you just disregard all my words of caution. I am afraid of losing you.”Alex’s expression softened as he felt something stir inside his heart. A feeling he had long forgotten.“I am sorry for making you worried. But I can handle this. I need to handle this. That night, I wasn’t the only one who could’ve been hurt. And I can’t bear the idea of anyone harming you.”“I am fine, Alex. I just want you to stop chasing th
265. As you sow
Michael Marston's warning came as a death knell. In Wickerville, he was the judge, jury, and executioner. And his influence was such that his words were obeyed like law.Alex knew this as well, but instead of backing down, he placed his phone on the supper table, showing Michael pictures of the two missing trucks and a smart tracking blimp right on their location."The trucks and their drivers are still here. I suggest you start looking for your dear son."Michael kept his eyes glued to Alex and shouted instructions to his armed guards."Scour the farmstead! And find Logan and bring him to me!"As his men rushed out to search the farmstead, Michael called his son on his phone."Logan, we missed you at the supper table. Care to explain what exactly has been keeping you so occupied?""Just sorting something out with my guys," Logan mumbled unconvincingly from the other side."Well, say hello to them for me. And remember to always walk on God's green path, son. That's what truly matters
266. Beware the Lone Wolf
The lives of Logan’s childhood friends now depended on Alex, and all Logan could do was watch as his father sat there like a judge dispensing high-handed justice from his chair.Alex took the golden Colt Python from Michael Marston, and as Logan realized what he was about to do, he couldn’t help but intervene.“They only did it for me! Please leave them alone!” he cried out in desperation, begging his father to show mercy.But Michael Marston sat back in his chair and pulled out a clay pipe before proceeding to stuff it with premium tobacco plugs.Even as Logan kept pleading, Michael Marson lit his pipe and casually took a long, deep puff before blowing the gray smoke in clouds.“Dad! Please leave my friends out of this!” Logan yelled, straining every muscle in his throat to get his plea across. “I’m ready to apologize to Mr. Verlaine. Just let my friends go!”“And why should I do that?” Michael finally asked, fixing his piercing gaze on Logan. “You and your friends must all learn to
267. Like a mad hound
Michael Marston’s eyes never left the door that his son had just slammed shut, almost in his face. He could sense something terrible was about to happen. Yet, he wasn’t ready to intervene just yet.Instead of stopping Logan from doing something rash, he called for Andrew Hargrove, a formidable shooter, and his right-hand man.Andrew entered the study room, dressed in his hunting vest and tactical boots, and stood with his eyes lowered to the floor.“You called, boss?”“I did. I need you to keep an eye on Logan for me. That boy is up to no good, and I fear he might be a little too over his head to think straight,” Michael replied, rolling a paperweight between his fingers. “Trail him, but don’t let him see you. Just make sure he steers clear of trouble.”“Got it. I’ll take care of it, boss.”As Andrew left the room like an obedient English Setter, Matthew’s old uncle, Clive Marston, stumbled into the study, balancing himself on his polished cane, which left spots on the clean brown car
268. Bait and Switch
Ross Spencer was soaking up the precious winter sun, basking on the pool deck of his smart home in a cozy corner of Suburbia, when his phone buzzed. He had half a mind to just let it ring to death, but seeing Logan’s name on his screen made him change his mind.“What’s up? How are you holding up?”A frustrated and belligerent Logan muttered angrily from the other side, “Alex Verlaine came to our manor in Wickerville. He spoke to my old man and convinced him to free his trucks. He took both trucks with him!”Ross’s eyes darkened as his carefree expression turned glum and serious.“And that’s not all. He also went after Oliver. Scared him so badly that he has decided to back out of our arrangement,” Logan continued. “I swear we need to put this Alex Verlaine in his place before it’s too late, or we’re going to end up just like your damn uncle.”The last statement infuriated Ross even more.“I am not like Uncle Dan!” He retorted sharply. “Alex thinks he can just go around rubbing dirt in
269. Operation Silver Cross
The next day, the former Mayor, Dan Horowitz, was finally allowed to step out of his cell after almost three weeks of rotting behind bars. But he was immediately guided into the back of an armored police van.Keeping the incident with Henry Pietersen in mind, the security arrangements had been stepped up considerably.Instead of a single cop car, the former mayor was escorted by two police cruisers, which kept the road clear and watched out for all unexpected dangers.Sitting inside the police van, Dan felt his throat drying up as his thoughts went back to Henry.Despite being behind bars, Dan had seen the news flashing on the TV channels during an inspection.Henry's sudden accidental death came as a shock to Dan, and his instincts screamed that it wasn't just a simple oil tanker collision.His last conversation with Henry rang and his ears, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep his nerves in control."I told you already that I didn't require a medical checkup. I was fine
270. The Desert Viper
Positioned on the highest rooftops around the Silver Cross Hospital, Captain Williams and his team of elite commandos were ready to nab the assassin as soon as he arrived to execute the hit.With Dan Horowitz acting as the perfect unsuspecting bait, the plan looked flawless.However, none of the teams had reported any suspicious sightings so far, and the whole perimeter still looked completely secure.Captain Williams kept his eyes glued to the hospital and reached out to his men over the radio.“What’s happening over there?” he asked. “I need status reports.”“Alpha team reporting. No persons of interest in sight.”“Delta team reporting. Perimeter looks clear.”“Zulu team here. We’ve just lost sight of the HVT. I repeat, the HVT has just been moved to a secure room inside the building. No visual confirmation possible.”Even though the status reports didn’t indicate anything abnormal, Captain Williams felt something was off.It had already been fifteen minutes since Dan Horowitz had e