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.

recoiled as though the suggestion itself was a personal insult. "Hell no! I'd rather die a virgin than lay a finger on that piece of ugly trash. I've got standards,

already bored with

leave the

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

way, Marco-conscious again but feigning otherwise kept his eyes shut, mind spinning for a plan that wouldn't get

Sophia's fate seemed sealed, a smooth, steady voice sliced through the

"Stop."

Alex stepped forward, cutting through the heavy silence

fear gripped everyone else, he showed none-his unwavering gaze and

gaze locked

hotshot? You

offered a faint smile, but

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

to fight me?" Hank asked, disbelief warring with

"And to make it fair, I won't use a

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

onlookers muttered in anticipation, gathering around to watch like it was some boozy

makeshift ring, while

open and laughing like they'd scored front-row seats to

off to the side, Jasper watched with growing

had two clear objectives. First, to humiliate the

sow doubt among the locals, making them question Kingston's power and driving

Lancaster-Vancouver's most stunning

he saw no reason

was messin'

fool," Jasper called

Hank, and I promise you, I'll see every

he'd heard the best joke

They'd chew through your entire gang before breakfast.

one another uneasy looks, unsure if Alex was bluffing

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

a legend in their own right, bound together