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.

to Kingston's doorstep, but

connecting viciously with Charles's

Charles sprawling helplessly over the conference table, smashing

saw her only

that lunatic

sprang into action, closing ranks around Alex. He eyed

have you fired on the spot, and Kingston will make sure you

unyielding face lit up the massive

eyes whipped toward Mr. Dune, who had patched her in live

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

through them

the cowardly stunt you pulled, sneaking around my London trip to wreak havoc

in

back—and she

yourself,"

was fine until

decided to attack

didn't

laid hands on your own brother, Charles. This disgrace

slowly turned to Alex, an icy, defiant smile

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

measured steps toward Zane and Charles, who

widened

sanity? You're asking him to attack members of the Chicago Lords— and your

with chilling calm, her

Chicago Lords' banner like a gun, thinking he

out, why not just hand

fell, oppressive

of buying half the company for mere pocket

anticipated an easy

the mighty Chicago Lords, especially given how their

sacrifice Alex, gain

Alex was an unexpected

had he refused to bow, but he'd struck Zane openly, with Jasmine passionately

plan lay shattered, the fragments sharp and

wasn't entirely

would reward him handsomely—a promised ten

and

Zane roared, staggering to his feet,