The Almighty Dominance

Jericho Kane's eyes widened with a sudden, terrified fury as he swung his arm, the back of his hand striking Scarlett so fiercely her teeth scattered across the polished marble floor like dice thrown from a gambler's desperate hand.

Her slender body hit the ground hard, crumpling like a discarded doll.

“I apologize deeply, Mr. Alex," Jericho stammered, volce quivering with dread.

"Scarlett's my niece, reckless and foolish-doesn't know when to shut that venomous mouth of hers. Trust me, I'll teach her proper manners."

Jericho trembled, fearful Alex would ignite like dynamite, setting off an explosion of rage fueled by his kidnapped friend.

Scarlett, blood dripping from her broken mouth, glared defiantly Jericho, opening her lips to protest.

But before a single word slipped free, Jericho exploded into savage action, kicking her face mercilessly.

"Can't you keep that poisonous trap shut for a single goddamn second?"

"Relax, Kane," Alex drawled coldly, disdain dripping from his every word. "I don't kick a barking dog."

He climbed aboard the waiting helicopter without another glance, as if stepping over trash.

Jericho bowed deeply, relief washing over him like cold rain.

"Safe travels, Mr. Alex. I'll pray for your success.

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The helicopter ascended sharply, leaving Jericho alone with Scarlett, fury still blazing in his eyes.

"Listen closely, girl," he growled, "you can insult him, look down on him, or even bed him for all I care. But never, ever do it again in front of me!"

Scarlett stared up, wide-eyed with fear, nodding meekly. "Understood."

"Good," Jericho growled, his voice like gravel and venom.

"If you're hellbent on dying, go dig your own grave somewhere far from me. I'm not explaining your sorry corpse to your mother. But listen close-don't you ever drag me into trouble with that monster again."

"Yes, Uncle," Scarlett murmured, wincing from the pain throbbing through her shattered teeth and bleeding nose.

Rage smoldered in her chest like wildfire-raw, bitter fury aimed squarely at Alex. That drunken nobody had somehow provoked Jericho Kane enough to land a hit her-something no one had dared or managed to do in five damn years.

that streak

to the empty air, "I'll savor every second I spend killing

snatched up her phone,

and urgent. "That drunken idiot's flying your way. Rally your men and crush

dark with anticipation. "Don't fret, Scarlett. Neither he nor his woman will leave my hotel alive. I'll

time-rape her before

ruined."

Owen

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Chapter 270

thirty minutes? Plenty of

to the heavens with seething hatred. "How

suddenly sparkled with

dead-Alex's doing-but someone else would surely be eager to

quickly dialed a phone, smiling viciously

for Henry Dupont? I know

Skyview Hotel, Owen lounged arrogantly,

merely a

bodyguards stood by casually, bored and unprepared

ordered carelessly, flicking a dismissive hand. "Rape her. Enjoy

caution flickering in his eyes. "Won't harming

slap cracked across the guard's face

was already dead the moment he stepped in here-she's

appetizer. Now go! I'm giving you the chance to enjoy her, so you'd better thank

the bodyguard said with a

desperately, wrists chained, helpless

her away.

will slaughter every last one

slammed shut, muffling her

out, piercing

smiled viciously,

wildcat,"

her personally

fierce screams