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.

because of Alex, that streak was broken. Just like

venomously to the empty air, "I'll savor every second I spend killing you. You've cost me dearly today, and I'll repay

snatched up her phone,

snarled, voice sharp and urgent. "That drunken idiot's flying your way.

Neither he nor his woman will leave my hotel alive. I'll have my fun first, though-she's a

melody of vengeance. "Don't waste time-rape

ruined."

idea," Owen agreed

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Chapter 270

Plenty of time

looking to the heavens with seething hatred. "How dare you make

sparkled with

was already dead-Alex's doing-but someone else would surely

a phone, smiling viciously as a voice picked

for Henry Dupont? I

Hotel, Owen lounged arrogantly, oblivious to the true

him, Alex was merely a frightened drunk doctor, easy

stood by casually, bored

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

bodyguard hesitated, caution flickering in his

cracked across the guard's face like a

was already dead the moment he stepped

the chance

the bodyguard said with

Josephine cried desperately, wrists chained, helpless as the

her away.

men- -Alex will slaughter every

slammed shut,

rang out, piercing the

smiled viciously, savoring her

wildcat," he

personally

fierce screams faded into