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.

drag trouble to Kingston's doorstep, but

swung hard, connecting viciously with

Charles sprawling helplessly over the conference

hysterically as she saw her only son knocked senseless. Pure

lunatic right

ranks around Alex. He

man. I'll have you fired on the spot, and Kingston will make sure you never work in this

lit up the massive

Dune, who had

instantly. “Jasmine...” Her

pierced through them all like

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

froze in

back—and she

calm yourself," Jessica snapped

was fine until your

to attack

didn't just

even laid hands on your own brother, Charles. This disgrace won't

icy, defiant smile spreading across her

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

Zane and Charles, who immediately recoiled

eyes widened

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

responded with chilling calm, her voice

Lords' banner like a gun, thinking he could intimidate us into surrendering. Should I applaud

out,

fell, oppressive and

absurdity of buying half the company

had anticipated an easy

never dare defy the mighty Chicago Lords, especially

gain favor,

an unexpected storm—unyielding, fierce, and

to bow, but he'd struck Zane

plan lay shattered, the fragments sharp and

wasn't

reward him handsomely—a promised ten percent from the

and

Zane roared, staggering to