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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you, huh?" the second one growled, raking his gaze in Alex's

me, you can

through. If he's lying, he won't last three seconds

aside with a crooked

The boss is in a foul food-Jasper's flasco has him breathing fire. You

with a measured stride, tossing a quiet reply over

planning on

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

me," she stammered, fighting to keep the

but polite. "I'm looking for

Her blush deepened.

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

long, dim corridor, she stopped at an imposing set

terrible mood over what happened with Jasper, so

said with a slight

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

Disappointed, she scurried off.

raised his hand to knock, paused,

he slammed his foot into the door, sending it crashing

hard the hinges

hell-!" came a furious roar from

stepped into the room, eyes calm and

what?" he fired back, voice

a massive desk stood Harlan: a thick-necked man

fists clenched at

growled, eyes dark

feigned a wounded

call me here and already forgot

glimmer of realization dawned

a

past my men?"

flicking dust off his

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entire army of grunts Isn't exactly-tler.

at me

Harlan's nostrils flared.

to people trembling when they stepped foot in

kid?

Completely fearless.

into a

are you?" Harlan murmured, an uneasy flutter in

about Alex radiated danger-an invisible aura that prickled

back of his

was like to stand

whose mere presence made him sweat

was somehow worse, and Harlan's heart

onto a leather couch as

say I'm in another league," he

crap. Where's

not to choke

my bedroom," he