The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 223

Chapter 225

Alex leaned back in his chair, casually stretching his arms as though bored by the whole ordeal.

"Next," he drawled, voice flat. He shot a cold glance across the room.

"You, brown hair in the black suit. Get over here."

The man in the black suit stepped forward, trembling so hard it looked like his legs might give out.

He risked a quick, apologetic glance at Bella.

“I'm... I'm sorry,” he muttered. Then, in a jittery burst of courage or desperation,

he raised his arm and slapped her.

The crack of flesh echoed in the silence.

Bella flinched, blood trickling at the corner of her mouth.

Alex gave a dismissive yawn.

"Move it along, people. Don't make me do it for you." He cocked his pistol and spun the barrel for emphasis.

"From here on out, if anyone's slow to follow orders-" he tilted his head to the side, eyes flashing menace.

-I won't waste my time with warnings. I'll just shoot."

A hush fell over the crowd.

One by one, people inched forward, some grimacing with regret, others almost too eager, as though seizing the chance to vent their personal grudges to Bella. Bella took every hit with a ragged gasp, her cheek swelling into a purple mess. She had already lost three teeth, and the blood ran freely down her chin.

It was difficult to tell which blow hurt worse-physical or psychological.

At last, Bella snarled through split lips, clinging to the last shreds of her pride.

"You miserable bastards! Do you have any idea who I am?" she screamed, her voice trembling with fury and pain.

"My father is Jericho Kane! If you don't want to end up buried in a ditch-"

Her words broke into a sob, tears of rage streaking down her face.

"You should be on your knees begging!" she shrieked. "I'm the one who's supposed to be slapping all of you! Know your damn place! Maggots!"

Alex leveled his gun at a nearby man who seemed hesitant.

He fired off a shot, deliberately missing by only a hair.

"Scared of her daddy?" Alex sneered.

straight to the King

can slap her, walk out of here alive, and pretend this

back his hand

spinning so violently

with a cold, amused

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said, voice sharp as

same damn slaps. Man can't even control his own spawn-what a pathetic excuse for a father. Total failure.

furious voice boomed from

The moment Henry laid eyes on Bella, battered beyond recognition, his

hope. "Henry! Thank God! Help me!" she begged,

a

Ms. Kane. With me around, this punk won't lay

who stood in front

looking for

flicked from fear to confusion. "Henry,

rage rolling off him in waves. "This is the piece of trash who

Lord... Sure you have a death

one of them and make them beg for death before I'm done! You think you're

fighters from the Chicago Lord! You're nothing but street trash to them! They'll snap your bones one by

forced herself to stand, wobbling on weak legs, her face a grotesque mask of rage

someone whispered, eyes

hit like a bolt of lightning.

just gangsters-they owned the city. They were

of their enforcers could wipe out a room

they're really

like that

one man muttered, trembling, "help us

buzzed with

guests just wanted to get

his voice dripping with disdain, "if I were you, I'd drop to my knees right now and beg. Maybe-just maybe I'll

just raised an

if you're with Chicago Lord? No one stops me from doing what I

snapped,

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you'd be lying in a hospital

can disrespect

Henry turned to his

made her look more like

down. Show him what happens when you

her stance, but before she could make

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