With a swift, predatory motion, Dominic Mylod sent Elizabeth crashing to the floor with a heavy kick. Before she could even draw breath to shriek, his boot came down with the weight of a falling mountain, pinning her knee against the hardwood.
The remaining enforcers, men who had broken bones for Steve Turner across the province, stood frozen. They were paralyzed not just by the speed of the attack, but by the raw, primal lethality radiating from this man. Those who had charged earlier were now mangled heaps on the floor, their groans serving as a visceral warning. None of them wanted to be the next to face the wrath of the Lord.
"Did you order these animals to strike my father?" Dominic’s voice was devoid of emotion, a cold trial delivered before a final sentence.
Before Elizabeth coul
