The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 123

Zeroing in on Sophia, Hank took a swaggering step forward booze practically wafting off his breath. His fingers reached for her chin

Crack! Sophia's palm struck with a force that echoed around the room like a rifle shot. An angry crimson print blazed across his cheek.

His bravado vanished faster than a tumbleweed in a windstorm.

"You... you dare slap me?" Hank rasped, touching his throbbing cheek.

Sophia's voice came out cold and calm. "Not only did I slap you, I'm calling the police. You're nothing but a lecherous creep."

"Bitch!" Hank spat, his features contorting with fury as he raised his hand to strike back

Before he could land a blow, Marco stepped up and gave him a hard shove.

"You lowlife piece of trash," Marco hissed. "You really think you can pull this crap here? Looking to get your skull cracked open?"

Hank stumbled. "You better keep out of this, or you'll regret it!"

Marco just gave a humorless chuckle. “That a threat? Go on show me what you've got."

Confident as ever, he knew the banquet host, Charles Kingston, had his back. In Marco's mind, this was as safe a battlefield as it got.

"Go to hell!" Hank lunged with a clumsy swing, the alcohol dragging down his reflexes. He looked more like he was dancing a bad jig than trying to fight.

Marco, built like a hardened gym rat, side-stepped easily and followed up with a punch to Hank's face-a clean, satisfying crack that sent Hank staggering.

Blood trickled from his nose.

"You wanna throw down?" Marco snorted, shaking out his fist. "Too bad you picked the wrong guy."

Megan, still bristling from Hank's earlier insult, cheered a little too loudly. "Mr. Wood, that was glorious! He deserved every bit of that!"

"Bastard," Hank growled, clutching his bloody nose, "do you even know who I am with? You'll be sorry for this."

Marco smirked, cold and unimpressed. "Don't care who you are. Now get out before I give you a matching bruise on the other side of that dumb face."

Megan clapped louder this time, her voice thick with scorn. "That, Ms. Lancaster, is what a real man does. Did you get a good look?"

She skewered Alex with a contemptuous glare, as though he were some pathetic stray. "Unlike certain people who slink off with their tail between their legs. Pitiful.”

Alex only shook his head at the spectacle.

owed her some colossal debt, always lunging at any opportunity to cut him

her barbs could break him,

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couldn't penetrate with all

laugh came out as a wet,

smeared across his mouth, then tapped the face of

he roared. "Some idiot just

mouth than the main

into the room, armed to the teeth iron

footsteps pounded like a stampede, and the hugh that fell over the banquet was instant and

six burly security guards, leaving them

of how easily they'd

security-making victims of anyone who stood in their

that frozen moment, it didn't matter how many zeroes someone

status and fancy suits meant squat against raw,

shift as sudden and jarring as a calm saloon turning into a bar brawl-one second all civility, the

throat as

and for a split second,

supposed to trade blows like honorable fighters-one-on-one. Yet Hank had tossed that rule straight out

forced down his fear and squared his shoulders. No

Not here. Not now.

man you claim to be, fight me fair and square. Or are you

tipping his head back as though Marco had just cracked the world's

a pace, forming a messy

his breathing and flicked a glance at Sophia. "We do

agreed, a smug grin tugging at his lips. "But

hand with

a man rose. He moved with a smooth, almost polished grace, his presence carrying a lethal chill that made

crew, he stopped in

cutting through smoke-calm, steady, and

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this man? He's bigger than

Big Bro," Hank crowed, flashing a grin. "A

man replied, patting Hank's shoulder before turning to face

"Name's Jasper Drake."

crowd like a curtain