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 her some colossal debt, always lunging

she thought her barbs could

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composure stood firm, a wall she couldn't penetrate with all the scorn

as a wet, rattling sound, dark

the blood smeared across his mouth, then

he roared. "Some idiot just

sooner had the words left his mouth than the main doors slammed open with an explosive

room, armed to the teeth iron batons, nailed-up

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

guards, leaving them bruised and unconscious on

a grim reminder of how easily they'd barged

victims of anyone who stood in

it didn't matter how many zeroes someone had in their

meant squat against raw, brutal

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

caught in his throat as he stared

for a split second, the room

honorable fighters-one-on-one. Yet Hank had tossed that rule straight out the

forced down his fear and squared his shoulders.

Not here. Not now.

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

barking laugh, tipping his head back as though Marco had just cracked the

Sure, big shot." He lifted a hand, and his gang shuffled back a pace, forming a messy circle around Marco, Sophia, and Megan-like a makeshift

glance at Sophia. "We do this properly-just

absolutely," Hank agreed, a smug grin tugging at his lips. "But let's

hand with theatrical

man rose. He moved with a smooth, almost

past Hank's crew, he stopped in front

eyes were like daggers cutting

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sure you wanna fight this man? He's bigger

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

so be it," the man replied, patting Hank's

"Name's Jasper Drake."

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