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.

if he owed her some colossal debt, always

if she thought her barbs could break him, she was dead

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she couldn't penetrate with all the scorn in the

as a wet, rattling sound,

his mouth,

in here!" he roared. "Some idiot just

the words left his mouth than the main doors

men thundered into the room, armed to the teeth iron batons, nailed-up baseball bats, knives,

stampede, and the hugh

security guards, leaving them bruised and unconscious on the

reminder of how easily they'd

of anyone who stood in

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

meant squat against

calm saloon turning into a bar brawl-one second all

in his throat as he

clammy, and for a split second,

like honorable fighters-one-on-one. Yet

Marco forced down his fear and squared his shoulders. No way he'd

Not here. Not now.

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

his head back

Sure, big shot." He lifted a hand, and his gang shuffled back a pace, forming a

his breathing and flicked a glance at

his lips. "But let's

a hand with theatrical

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

Hank's crew, he stopped

were like daggers cutting through smoke-calm, steady, and utterly

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you wanna fight this man? He's bigger than you,"

Hank crowed, flashing a grin. "A bigger man doesn't always

man replied, patting Hank's shoulder before

"Name's Jasper Drake."

like a curtain dropping. Whisper flickered around