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.

"Hell no! I'd rather die a virgin than lay a finger on that piece of ugly trash. I've got standards, man!" he

already bored

leave the

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motionless on the cold floor, her emotions a tangled mess of anger,

his eyes shut, mind spinning for a plan

seemed sealed, a

"Stop."

as Alex stepped forward, cutting through the heavy

unwavering gaze

locked

lip. "Another hotshot? You too stupid to see how this

but his eyes were sharp as

You and me, one-on-one. Winner

want to fight me?" Hank asked, disbelief warring with

to make it fair, I

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

onlookers muttered in anticipation, gathering around to watch like it

stepped into a makeshift ring, while others snatched

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

the side, Jasper

had two clear objectives. First, to humiliate the Kingston family, proving they couldn't

Kingston's power and driving them to align with the Drake

most

coincidence, but he saw no reason not to seize the

Alex was

damn fool," Jasper called out, sneering in Alex's

finger on Hank, and I promise you, I'll

snorted, shaking his head like he'd heard the best joke in the

it. They'd chew through your entire gang before breakfast. Every single one

shot one another uneasy looks, unsure if Alex was bluffing

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

a legend in their own right, bound