The armored customized vehicle purred with a growl as it cut through the dense morning fog, its bulletproof tires gripping the asphalt of the highway that led from the secluded estate directly toward the towering glass skyscraper of Losridge General Motors Company.
Inside the soundproofed cabin charged with the residual electricity of the morning’s dramatic breakfast.
Alfonso sat in the rear chair, his frame leaning back against the headrest, his eyes fixed coldly on the gray scenery flashing past the tinted window.
Up front, Griffin held the leather-wrapped steering wheel with a loose, practiced competence, his eyes constantly scanning the rearview mirror and the digital security feeds integrated into the dashboard.
For several minutes, the only sound was the deep hum of the high-power engine, but Griffin’s jaw was tight, his mind clearly turning over the bizarre strategic decisions his boss had made before leaving the palace.
“Boss,” Griffin finally broke the silence, his casual, easygoing tone dropping into a serious, lowered register that signaled a private discussion between brothers-in-arms.
“I’ve been thinking about the arrangement back there at the table. Why the hell did you assign Sophie to train the nurse?”
Alfonso didn’t shift his gaze from the window, his jaw clenching slightly as his fingers idly traced the edge of the medical strip covering his injured ear.
“I gave a direct command, Griffin. I don’t repeat myself.”
“I know what you commanded, Boss, but look at the chess pieces,” Griffin pushed, his brow furrowing as he glanced at the rearview mirror to gauge Alfonso’s reaction.
“You know as well as I do that Sophie cannot be trusted at all when it comes to another woman occupying your attention. A woman is naturally another woman’s worst enemy, especially when titles and bedroom privileges are on the line. At least Dorea was being completely honest by openly showing her jealousy and her bitter feelings at the table. She’s predictable. But Sophie? Sophie is an all-smiles viper, Alfonso. She will look that sweet nurse dead in the eye, smile like a sister, and then deliberately find a way to ruin her, break her spirit, or corrupt her completely behind closed doors.” Read this novel at novelping(.)com for the best experience.
Alfonso let out a low grunt, a dark, sinister smirk slowly touching his lips as he finally turned his head to look at the back of Griffin’s seat.
“Who the fuck said I was intending for Joanne to have an easy way, Griffin?” Alfonso questioned smoothly, his voice dripping with a ruthless, superior detachment.
“She doesn’t need a protector; she needs to get thoroughly toughened up. If I had assigned her to Dorea, Dorea would have eventually gone soft and slow on her during the training sessions in a pathetic attempt to please me and look cooperative. Joanne needs to learn the harsh reality of the EGUF immediately. She needs to understand that she has fierce rivals lurking in every shadow of that palace, and she is absolutely not the only woman I can fuck. If she feels the heat of Sophie’s venom, it will force her to fight harder and try to better herself just to survive.”
Alfonso leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, his dark eyes dilating with arrogance.
“And from what I witnessed, the sweet doctor is the intensely jealous type. The typical, delusional ‘don’t touch my man’ type. A single, brutal night beneath my body, and she is already behaving like she’s possessive of my dick. I don’t like that trait in her, Griffin. I detest the way she acts like the entire world revolves around her fragile little feelings.”
Griffin let out a soft, low chuckle, shaking his head as he navigated a sharp bend on the highway.
“To be fair, Boss, she was only a virgin before you violently took her in that hospital room last night. Cut her some slack. You should understand that a woman naturally becomes that way with the very first person who breaks her in. Her body is bound to yours now; her mind doesn’t know how to process sharing you with a hallway full of servants.”
“I hate clingy women,” Alfonso snapped flatly, his voice dropping into a cold, dangerous rumble that brooked zero argument.
“The moment a woman thinks she can place a leash around my neck is the moment she becomes a liability.”
“I don’t think she wants a leash, Alfonso,” Griffin countered quietly, his tone turning unusually grounded and reflective as he looked at the open road ahead.
“But a woman like Joanne… a woman with that kind of fierce spirit and that mind-blowing voluptuous body… she is more than enough to keep a wild man grounded. You’ve been running this empire on blood and rotating toys for a decade, Boss. Maybe it’s about time you actually tried to be grounded to her. Let her keep you steady.”
He looked down at his palms—the same hands that had fingered her to a screaming climax under the banquet table just an hour ago.
“We’ll see about that. I don’t like being tamed,” Alfonso finally murmured dryly, his tone laced with a deep, lingering skepticism.
“I’m serious, Boss,” Griffin urged, a genuine smirk returning to his face as he checked the perimeter sensors.
“Maybe Joanne is truly the woman destined for you. It’s about time you stopped sleeping around with twenty different women every single week and focused your stamina on one masterpiece.”
Just as the final word left Griffin’s lips, a deafening screech of burning rubber shattered the morning silence.
Through the front windshield, a massive, coordinated convoy of black cars suddenly tore out from a hidden side dirt road, executing a flawless, aggressive tactical maneuver that completely blocked both lanes of the highway directly ahead of them.
“Fuck!” Griffin roared, his instincts exploding into overdrive as his combat training took over.
He slammed his foot flat onto the brake pedal, the car fishtailing across the asphalt as the anti-lock braking system groaned under the sudden, immense friction, bringing the vehicle to an abrupt stop just yards away from the barricade of hostile SUVs.
Before the smoke from their tires could even clear, the armored doors of the enemy convoy flew open, and dozens of masked soldiers stepped out into the open fog, all of them raising assault rifles, their barrels locking dead onto Alfonso’s windshield.
Standing in the center of the blockade, holding an automatic shotgun with a hideous, bloodthirsty grin plastered across his scarred face, was Dente—the top, ruthless executioner of the Bulldogs Gang.
Griffin’s hands immediately flew to the hidden compartment beneath the steering column, his fingers wrapping around the grip of his submachine gun as he watched the ambush unfold, his voice dropping into a lethal, breathless snarl:
“The Bulldogs… what the fuck do these bastards want from us this time?!”