An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2715

Chapter 2715

When Mateo heard Logan calmly say, “I am her man,” and saw Natasha not only stay silent but look at Logan with a tenderness he had never witnessed before, something snapped inside him. Rage surged through his veins, hot and overwhelming, making his entire body tremble.

“You bastard! You really want to die!” Mateo roared, completely losing control as he raised his fist to attack.

“Mateo! How dare you!” Natasha’s voice cut through the room, cold and sharp enough to slice ice.

“Natasha! What’s so good about this pretty boy? How am I worse than him? I’m completely devoted to you!” Mateo’s expression twisted into something both ugly and desperate.

“Enough! Stop your nonsense and get out!” Natasha snapped, her patience gone.

“You—!” Mateo choked on his rage, then shifted his fury toward Logan.
“Kid! If you’re so tough, come fight me one-on-one! Or are you the kind of coward who hides behind women?”

“A one-on-one fight?”
Logan couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips.

“What? Scared?” Mateo sneered. “If you don’t dare accept, then kneel and kowtow to me. Admit you’re a coward, and maybe I’ll let you go.”

Logan nodded lightly. “You’re right. I am a little scared.”

“Wha—?” Mateo blinked, stunned, then smirked even more arrogantly.

But before he could mock him, Logan added calmly,
“I’m afraid…I might accidentally kill you.”

“You fucking—!” Mateo completely lost it, his mind consumed by rage.

Without another word, he swung his fist straight at Logan’s face.

Logan moved just as the fist reached the tip of his nose.

No dramatic aura.
No flashy technique.
Just a simple lift of his right hand—swift, precise, and impossibly fast.

“Smack—!”

The crisp slap exploded through the office like a thunderclap.

Mateo felt a force he couldn’t resist. Half his face went numb instantly; his ears rang, his vision spun, and the next thing he knew, he was whipping around like a top before collapsing to the floor with a heavy thud.

He passed out on the spot.

Silence swallowed the office. Even the hallway outside went still.

The security guards and secretary who had rushed over froze, eyes wide. It wasn’t the slap that shocked them—it was who had been slapped.

A direct descendant of the royal Spanner family.
A man no one in Oakvale dared provoke.

But Natasha didn’t care. If anything, a deep sense of relief settled in her chest.

With Logan’s status and abilities, teaching Mateo a lesson was nothing. As long as he didn’t kill him, it was fine.

A few seconds later, Mateo twitched and snapped awake.

The burning pain in his cheek and the metallic taste of blood brought everything back in an instant.

“Ahhh! I’ll kill you!” he howled.

Humiliation mixed with agony pushed him over the edge.

He staggered to his feet, eyes bloodshot, and tore a gleaming dagger from his waistband. With a feral roar, he lunged straight at Logan’s abdomen.

“Watch out!” Natasha shouted.

Logan’s gaze cooled.

He had only meant to discipline the man. But coming at him with a blade—aimed at a vital organ—was a clear attempt to kill.

He no longer needed to be polite.

The moment the dagger thrust forward, Logan shifted his stance. His movement was light, fluid, almost ghostlike as he slipped past the blade.

His right hand snapped out like an iron clamp, seizing Mateo’s wrist.

Crack!

A sickening sound echoed.

“Ahhh—! My hand! My hand!” Mateo shrieked in agony.

The dagger clattered to the floor. Mateo’s wrist was bent at a grotesque angle, clearly broken.

Logan’s expression remained indifferent.

He lifted his leg and drove a powerful kick into Mateo’s stomach.

Bang!

Mateo flew backward like a rag doll, slamming into the office wall before sliding down in a heap. He curled up on the floor, shaking, tears streaming down his face. He was in so much pain he couldn’t even muster a scream.

“Get lost,” Logan said coldly.

Mateo’s head jerked up. His face was ghostly pale, sweat pouring down like rain. His eyes burned with fear—and resentment.

“Fine…fine!” he spat, trembling. “Natasha! And you, pretty boy! Just wait! I, Mateo Spanner, swear I will get revenge! My Spanner family…will never let you go!”

Clutching his broken wrist and swallowing back sobs, he staggered out of the office, leaving behind the dagger on the floor.

He didn’t even dare look back.