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.

hardly knew each other, yet she acted as if he owed her some

thought her barbs could break

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composure stood firm, a wall she couldn't penetrate

came out as a

his

in here!" he roared. "Some idiot just

words left his mouth than the main doors slammed open

armed to the

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

security guards, leaving

a grim reminder of how easily they'd barged

security-making victims of anyone who stood in

didn't matter how

status and fancy suits meant squat against

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

in his throat as he stared at the wall of men

and for a split second, the

were supposed to trade blows like honorable fighters-one-on-one. Yet Hank had tossed

forced down his fear and squared his

Not here. Not now.

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

back as though Marco had just cracked the world's best

a pace, forming a messy circle

breathing and flicked a glance at Sophia.

agreed, a smug grin tugging at his lips.

waved a hand with theatrical

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

crew, he

daggers cutting through smoke-calm,

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wanna fight this man?

flashing a grin. "A bigger man doesn't

the man replied, patting Hank's shoulder

"Name's Jasper Drake."

the crowd like a curtain dropping.