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.

each other, yet she acted as if he owed

could

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a wall she couldn't penetrate with all the

as a wet, rattling sound,

blood smeared across his mouth, then tapped the face of his

roared. "Some idiot

mouth than

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

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

security guards, leaving

of how easily they'd barged

victims of anyone

it didn't matter how many

fancy suits meant squat against raw, brutal

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

voice caught in his throat as he stared at the wall of men closing

turned clammy, and for a split second, the room

fighters-one-on-one. Yet

his fear and squared his shoulders. No way

Not here. Not now.

to be, fight me fair and square. Or are you too yellow to handle this on your

head back as though Marco had just cracked the

lifted a hand, and his gang shuffled back a pace, forming a messy circle

breathing and flicked a glance at Sophia. "We do this properly-just you and

at his lips. "But let's call our official referee-my big

waved a hand with

with a smooth, almost polished grace, his presence carrying a lethal chill that made everyone's hair

Hank's crew, he stopped in front

eyes were like daggers cutting

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

grin. "A bigger man doesn't always win-I've got

it," the man replied, patting Hank's shoulder before turning to

"Name's Jasper Drake."

hush fell over the crowd like a curtain dropping. Whisper flickered around