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.

no! I'd rather die a virgin than lay

already bored

pretty one and leave

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lay motionless on the cold floor, her emotions

but feigning otherwise kept his eyes shut,

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

"Stop."

Alex stepped forward, cutting through

none-his unwavering gaze

locked onto

hotshot? You

offered a faint smile, but his

shot at doin' things fair. You and me, one-on-one. Winner takes the

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

I won't use a drop of my real

"By all means, hero. Step right up. We'll bury your body out

muttered in anticipation, gathering around to watch like

few thugs stepped into a makeshift ring, while others snatched wine bottles

them open and laughing like they'd scored

off to the side,

objectives. First, to humiliate the Kingston family, proving they

making them question Kingston's power and driving them to align with the

most stunning

coincidence, but he saw no reason not to seize the

was messin'

fool," Jasper called out, sneering in

promise you, I'll see every last person in your family

he'd heard

your entire gang before breakfast.

one another uneasy looks, unsure if Alex

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reclusive master, Joling a group of

master, each disciple was a legend in their own