The Almighty Dominance

“Jasmine, are you insane?” Jessica screamed at the video screen, her voice raw with desperation.

"Chicago Lords practically rule the whole damn country. You're dragging all of Vancouver into a bloodbath!" Jessica's words echoed through the tense silence.

Everyone knew the stakes. Defeat would mean surrendering their business, their rights—everything Vancouver stood for.

Jasmine leaned forward, eyes blazing with defiance. “No their not and Mr. Hernandez might have power, but that doesn't guarantee he'll crush us. We might win."

"Win? With what? Forget skills and firepower-we barely have enough people to stand against them!" Jessica hissed, frustration and fear thick in her voice.

A cold, ruthless smile curved Jasmine's lips.

"Funny, mother, that question should've crossed your mind before you helped those snakes try to rob me." Without waiting for a response, Jasmine slammed the call shut, leaving the screen blank and mocking.

Jessica stood frozen beside Charles, both faces pale and stricken.

Behind them, Zane lay sprawled on the floor, panting through cracked ribs and broken limbs.

Meanwhile, Alex strolled out of the room without a glance back, leaving them to drown in the mess they'd helped create.

Jessica knew damn well-sending Zane back to Chicago under these terms was no different than planting a flag of war.

Swallowing her pride, Jessica knelt beside Zane.

“Mr. Hernandez, please forgive us. If you agree, we can help you return safely.”

Within days, as everyone anticipated, the emergency conference summoned the thirteen state leaders to an urgent online meeting.

Tommy Jones, patriarch of Chicago Lords and the head of the Five Families, wasted no time.

"We sent Zane Hernandez to negotiate fairly with Vancouver over medical supplies. Instead, he was brutally assaulted and returned to us battered and broken," Tommy's voice thundered across the digital assembly.

"I demand answers from Vancouver. If we cannot reach an agreeable resolution, we're prepared for state war."

Jasmine's face appeared on the screen, composed yet fiercely defiant. She laughed sharply.

“Mr. Hernandez stormed into our city, waving five million dollars and demanding half of our new medicine stock-worth five billion."

"We shut him down, of course. What does he think we are? Fools? Pushovers?"

is standard procedure. Violence

"Negotiation?" Jasmine sneered.

fine, we accept his challenge. You

exploded. He turned

Lords formally declare war on

deadly cold. “Vancouver gladly accepts. Perhaps now everyone will realize we're not easy prey-even

Minister sighed deeply, mediating the tension. "Very well. Let's hear from other states." Silence stretched heavily before Alfred Kingston spoke firmly. "Los Angeles

cast their votes and chose to stay neutral. They remained silent,

face fell in disbelief. Until now, Chicago Lords

this year, resistance

Chicago's reign could

decisively, "Then it's Chicago versus Vancouver, Los Angeles, and Vermont. No other states will intervene. Is this

and Kelly replied simultaneously, their

his brow, sweat dripping

nerves twisted, raw and exposed. This wasn't going to be a

converging on Chicago

the heavy silence. "Look, the new king barely warmed his throne.

war

economy. War solves nothing."

minister snorted, his lips twisting

figures a week, maybe less. Stability isn't at stake

clenched his fists, words dying bitterly on his

harder than any blow. He

Tommy slammed his hand down, desperation flickering

knights. Our best against Vancouver's finest. Winner takes everything. No

"No deal. A full-scale

hour passed, tense exchanges

minister, weary from the stalemate, finally

of you can

war. Settle this like knights. A duel-mano a mano-to answer for

eyes locked onto Tommy, sharp

over half its share

hard, clinging to the lifeline. Anything was better

he said, voice tight

air, but her tone hit like