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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second one growled, raking his

"If you don't believe me, you can turn me away.

If he's lying, he won't last

with a crooked

don't say I didn't warn you. The boss is in a foul food-Jasper's flasco has him breathing fire. You might wanna make your peace with God before you head

a measured stride, tossing a

on

hallway before nearly colliding with a haid balancing a tray of drinks. She looked startled, cheeks flushing when her eyes

she stammered, fighting to

clipped but polite. "I'm looking for Harlan. He sent for me.

Her blush deepened.

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

him down a long, dim corridor, she stopped at

whispered. "But... he's in a terrible mood over what happened

with a slight

too long, clearly fishing for any scrap of small talk, but Alex's attention was glued

Disappointed, she scurried off.

hand to knock,

knocking, he slammed his foot into the door, sending it

hard the hinges

hell-!" came a furious roar from

room, eyes

the hell what?" he fired back, voice dripping with

a massive desk stood Harlan: a thick-necked man with the

clenched

you?" he growled, eyes

feigned a wounded

and already forgot who I am? That stings,

glimmer of realization dawned in

a hornet's nest with my boy.

past my men?"

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barely looked at me some even gave

Harlan's nostrils flared.

was used to people trembling when they stepped foot in his domain. But

kid?

Completely fearless.

like he was strolling into a convenience store to pick up

you?" Harlan murmured, an uneasy flutter in

danger-an invisible aura that prickled the

of

it was like to stand near Jericho Kane,

presence made him sweat

Alex was somehow worse, and Harlan's heart

onto a leather couch

say I'm in another league,"

the crap.

swallowed, trying not to choke on his own

my bedroom," he