The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 132

THe who has overcome his fears will truly be free."

Aristotle

As Alex strolled into the old mansion all by himself, he couldn't help but notice the bedlam inside.

Thugs milled about in a frenzy, weapons clanking, voices raised.

Some of them were bent over makeshift tables, arguing about their next move; others were testing the edges of their knives and machetes with manic grins

It didn't take a genius to see they'd been summoned in a hurry-half of them still had beer bottles in hand, eyes wild.

Alex paused at the threshold, expression twisted with disgust.

Look at them, he thought, a ragtag bunch of cheap hoodlums chasing the next payday.

To them, he was just another face in the crowd-nothing special. They hardly paid him any mind.

"You sure Kingston's men will come?" a tall, wiry guy asked, voice threaded with a jittery excitement.

"Damn right they will," sneered another, stroking the blade of a freshly-sharpened machete.

"We're going to war. Tonight, we take all of Vancouver."

"Let's butcher every last one of 'em!" someone else roared. "They send a hundred, we send 'em back in body bags."

A wave of mad laughter rippled through the hall.

"I heard every Kingston is headed our way," an eager voice piped up.

"Why don't we take bets on how many each of us can kill?” a rat-faced thug jeered, eyes alight with glee.

A potbellied man with a nose ring nudged his buddy, jerking a thumb at Alex.

"Get a load of that skinny kid," he snorted. "Hey, twig boy, you lookin' to join our little bloodbath pool?"

"He's so scrawny," the friend chimed in, swigging beer from a can "Surprised he hasn't been offed already."

A round of mocking chuckles rose up, echoing in the vaulted foyer

"When we're done, I'm grabbing all the Rolexes and gold chains off those dead Kingston bastards," bragged a weasel-faced man, eyes glittering with greed.

Across them, someone methodically scraped a whetstone over a blade, metal whining under the pressure.

"This is my first time killing anyone," the thug announced proudly, voice shaking with a deadly excitement. "I'm going for a pentakill."

Another was tinkering with a tripod and camera, clearly determined to catch every drop of blood on film.

Alex tuned them out. His mind locked on one priority: Sophia.

Without so much as a glance at the rowdies, he headed straight for the looming mansion at the estate's center.

At the entrance stood two guards, both built like brick walls, arms crossed over their chests.

"Halt," one barked. "This is Boss Harlan's place. Scram, or you'll regret it."

"He summoned me,” Alex said coolly. "Take it up with him if you've got a problem." The guards exchanged a doubtful look.

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the second one growled, raking his gaze in Alex's shoes

budging. "If you don't believe me, you can turn me away. See how that goes for you." The first guard

him through. If he's lying, he won't

aside with a crooked

a foul food-Jasper's flasco has him breathing fire. You might wanna make your peace with God before you

with a measured stride, tossing a quiet reply over his

on

a tray of drinks. She looked startled, cheeks flushing when her eyes landed on

she stammered, fighting to

worries," Alex said, voice clipped but polite. "I'm looking for Harlan. He sent for

Her blush deepened.

"I-I'll show you..."

him down a long, dim corridor, she stopped at an imposing set of double

he's in a terrible

said with

scrap of small talk, but Alex's

Disappointed, she scurried off.

his hand to

of knocking, he slammed his foot

hard the

hell-!" came a furious roar

stepped into the room, eyes calm

the hell what?" he fired

a thick-necked man with the swagger of a self-made

fists clenched at the

he growled,

feigned a

already forgot

realization dawned

up a hornet's nest with my

past my men?"

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your entire army of grunts Isn't

barely looked at me some

Harlan's nostrils flared.

people trembling when they stepped foot in his

kid?

Completely fearless.

was strolling into a convenience store

an uneasy flutter

invisible aura

of

to stand near

whose mere presence made him sweat

was somehow worse, and Harlan's heart drummed

couch

another league," he

crap. Where's

to choke

in my bedroom,"