The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 187

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Chapter 189

Heads whipped around at the sudden commotion to reveal tall man swaggering into the bar like he owned every "inch of it.

A ragged scar cut across his cheek, and a half-smoked cigar jutted from the corner of his mouth.

He had one arm draped possessively around a voluptuous brunette, while the other hand hovered near his hip- exactly where a holstered pistol might be.

The crowd in Paradiso parted like they were avoiding a contagious plague. Even Charles felt a spike of dread sink into his gut.

"Big Bro, you made it!" The young man in white hurried over, relief etched on his face.

"Got ourselves a little situation here. These jackasses want you-of all people-to kneel and apologize." He practically spat the last word.

Viper gave Charles a flat, indifferent stare. "So you're the genius demanding I apologize, huh?"

Charles, never one to swallow his pride, jutted his chin defiantly. "Your goons messed with one of my men. Don't you think you owe him a little regret-and compensation?"

Viper raised an eyebrow, then without a flicker of warning, slammed the back of his hand across Charles's face.

The impact echoed sharply, and everyone in the bar froze.

Charles stumbled, pressing trembling fingers to his burning cheek.

"You... you hit me?" His voice quivered with a mix of rage and disbelief.

"Damn right I did," Viper growled, flexing his knuckles.

"You prance in here with your chin held high, trying to throw your weight around on my turf. Then you want an apology? You must be suicidal, kid. I don't care if you're the spawn of royalty-no one storms my place and demands I bow down."

hate. "You're messing with the Kingston

I know exactly who you are,"

has-been kicked out from a family. Your sister might still pack some punch, but you?"

And right now, I'm deciding if I should tear you to pieces or

snarled, though his voice

hand shot out like lightning, clamping around Charles's

regrets here is you, hotshot. I could snap your neck right now and pin it on any of my men. But let's say I'm in a generous

grip and flung Charles into a corner booth, sending splintered wood and shattered glass flying as bottles toppled and

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an apology, but lie had no

horror. The last shred

a big mouth I'm bankrolled

Charles's face turned ashen.

termoil since the civil war erupted between Charles and

begun secretly plotting to divide

Jericho Kane, the king of Vermont, making moves-Chicago's

a piece of the Vancouver

wolf on the hill is never as hungry as the

staring down a ruthless gangster

Humiliation burned through Charles.

in as the hero-but he had

failed spectacularly, leaving him with nothing

color drained from

banked on the Kingston name

Charles was getting slapped around like a nobody,

lazy circles. "Alright, enough with the foreplay. Which one of you morons picked a fight in

knees go wobbly. His mouth opened, but no sound came

men cutting off limbs as casually as trimming weeds, dumping bodies in the river. His nightmares were

please. My brother is just... an idiot. He doesn't think before he acts. We'll pay for

"Double? Triple?" Viper snarled.

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