The Almighty Dominance

Nobody saw it coming when Alex lunged forward and slapped Zane Hernandez's face.

Had he lost his damn mind?

Chicago dwarfed Vancouver in influence and made Kingston look like small potatoes—provoking them was suicide.

“Alex, have you gone insane?” Jessica shrieked, eyes blazing with disbelief and fury. “You dare touch Mr. Hernandez? You're begging to die!"

"You might be eager for your own funeral, but don't drag us down with you!"

Charles thundered, torn between delight at Alex's blunder and terror at the thought of Chicago's vengeance. "Hernandez isn't some punk you can push around!"

Even Mr. Dune paled visibly. "Mr. Alex, what the hell have you done?"

The Chicago Lords were ruthless; if they retaliated, the Kingston family would be obliterated.

But Alex stood cold and unshaken, sneering, “He's nothing more than a pile of garbage. Who cares if I rough him up?"

Without another word, Alex delivered another brutal slap to Zane's face, smirking mockingly.

"Isn't it polite? When one cheek gets hit, you're supposed to offer the other for balance."

Everyone froze, stunned into horrified silence.

Had Alex truly dared to slap Zane Hernandez-again?

Jessica nearly exploded. "You arrogant bastard! You've just signed your own death warrant!”

Zane, finally snapping out of his shock, trembled with rage and humiliation.

Never before had anyone dared to lay a finger on him. Usually, doors swung open at his approach; people bowed and scraped before him.

Now, his once-imposing face swelled grotesquely, marred by bruises.

“You worthless piece of trash,” he snarled through clenched teeth, jabbing a finger at Alex. “You'll regret ever touching me!"

Alex chuckled coldly, unfazed. “Do you really think waving around your Chicago Lords badge means no one dares to knock some sense into you?"

“I'll kill you!” Zane lunged forward, fist cocked back for revenge.

But Alex moved faster, planting a savage kick into Zane's gut. Zane crumpled instantly, collapsing onto the floor in agony, curled up and groaning.

“Alex, stop it! Are you insane?” Jessica screamed, her composure finally shattering. Once was a disaster—twice, a death wish—but a third time? That's pure insanity.

Ignoring her completely, Alex strode toward Charles, menace radiating from every step.

not to drag trouble to

connecting viciously with Charles's

slap sent Charles sprawling helplessly over the conference table,

hysterically as she saw her only son knocked senseless. Pure rage contorted her

that lunatic right

sprang into action, closing ranks

laying a finger on my man. I'll have you fired on the spot,

Jasmine's sharp, unyielding face lit up the

toward Mr. Dune, who had patched her in live

paled instantly. “Jasmine...” Her voice quivered with sudden

glare pierced through them

wouldn't notice the cowardly stunt you pulled, sneaking around my London trip to

froze in tense, choking

was back—and she

yourself," Jessica snapped

was fine

to

He didn't

own brother, Charles.

slowly turned to Alex, an icy, defiant smile spreading

them both again? How dare these vultures think they can swoop in

toward Zane and Charles, who immediately recoiled

eyes widened

Have you completely lost your sanity? You're asking him to attack members of

responded with chilling calm, her voice

strutted in here waving the Chicago Lords' banner like a gun, thinking he could intimidate us into

a fistful of cash could force us out, why not just hand over Kingston

fell, oppressive

buying half the company for mere pocket change left

anticipated

cautious as always, would never dare defy the mighty Chicago Lords, especially

Alex, gain

an unexpected

bow, but he'd struck Zane openly, with Jasmine

lay shattered, the fragments

wasn't

would reward him handsomely—a promised ten percent from

denied, chaos and ruin seemed

to