The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 125

"No, Mama has seen all kinds of ugly, and she knows-the Lord never created an ugly creature," the big guy said. "Really?" one of the thugs drawled, cocking an eyebrow and scratching his greasy hair. "If that ain't ugly, then I reckon I've never seen ugly a day in my life."

“Ah, ma said,” the big guy went on, his voice thick with smugness, “it's because she's got an ugly heart. When your heart's rotten, it drags your face, your personality, and your whole body down to hell with it."

"Sure enough," a third scumbag piped up, nodding like he'd just discovered the meaning of life.

The bystanders looked on in stunned silence, wondering how these half-witted goons managed to cook up such twisted nonsense.

“But hey,” the biggest of the bunch announced, stomping his boots on the ground for emphasis, "I know how to fix that problem right quick."

He lumbered up to Megan, crouched just enough to leer into her face with mocking concern, and said in a syrupy tone, "Next time, sugar, don't go havin' a heart uglier than a rabid coyote. Be a good woman, y'hear?"

Then he slapped her.

Hard.

The sound cut through the rainy air like a gunshot, and he didn't stop there- another slap, then another, each one echoing in the hushed crowd.

Megan's eyes rolled back as she collapsed, unconscious.

"How the hell's that supposed to fix anything?" asked one of the onlookers, baffled.

The big lug shrugged, picking at his teeth.

"Beats me. My mom always said she was hittin' me to beat the bad outta my heart. Figured it might work on her, too."

Hank snorted and jabbed a thumb in Sophia's direction.

"Alright, enough of this. Stop your squirmin'. Tie her up. She's the one I'm takin' home tonight."

"What about that other one?" a random thug asked, gesturing at Megan, who was beginning to come to..

Fear flickered across her eyes.

Hank rolled his eyes, his impatience etched into every line of his face. "Anyone want her? She's free game," he said, his voice devoid of care, like he was tossing away trash

The group exchanged uneasy glances, silence hanging heavy in the air, until someone nudged a wiry, toothless man forward.

"Hey, Carl, you're still a virgin, right? She's all yours," the man teased, his laughter thin and mean.

than lay a finger on that piece of ugly trash. I've got standards, man!" he spat, his expression twisted

sighed, already bored with

bring me the pretty one and leave

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on the cold floor, her emotions a tangled mess of

eyes shut, mind spinning for a plan that wouldn't

when Sophia's fate seemed sealed, a smooth, steady

"Stop."

forward, cutting through the heavy silence with calm,

he showed none-his unwavering gaze and steady presence commanding the room's

locked onto

You

but his eyes

at doin' things fair. You and me,

asked, disbelief warring with amusement. "You must've taken a good whack

his jacket slip off. "And to make it fair, I won't use a drop of my real power. Regular

head and laughed, voice booming. "By all means, hero. Step right up. We'll bury your

in anticipation, gathering around to watch like it

thugs stepped into a makeshift ring, while others snatched

table, popping them open and laughing like they'd scored front-row seats to a

side, Jasper watched with

objectives. First, to humiliate the Kingston family, proving

and driving them

Sophia Lancaster-Vancouver's most stunning

reason not to seize the

was messin' with his

damn fool," Jasper called

promise you, I'll see every last

like he'd heard

chew through your entire gang before breakfast. Every

thugs shot one another uneasy looks, unsure

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was, Alex was taken in by a reclusive master, Joling a group of disciples

was a legend in their