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

she whispered venomously to the empty air, "I'll savor every second I spend

up her phone, eyes

sharp and urgent. "That drunken idiot's

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

waste time-rape

ruined."

Owen

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minutes? Plenty

the heavens with seething hatred. "How dare you make me suffer. Now you'll die

eyes suddenly sparkled with

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

smiling viciously

Dupont? I know exactly where his killers

Skyview Hotel, Owen lounged arrogantly, oblivious to

was merely a frightened drunk doctor, easy

by casually, bored

Owen ordered carelessly, flicking a dismissive hand. "Rape

his eyes. "Won't

slap cracked across the

was already dead the moment he stepped in

the chance to enjoy her, so you'd better thank

bodyguard said with a

desperately, wrists chained,

her away.

-Alex will slaughter every last one

slammed shut, muffling

screams rang out, piercing

smiled viciously,

wildcat," he chuckled

her personally once

screams