The Almighty Dominance

Alex could've killed the thugs without breaking a sweat, but he wasn't here for them.

He needed Mike, and there were still things he didn't know. So instead of rising to the bait, he sat down on the floor, legs stretched out, calm as stone.

The thugs glanced his way, sizing him up, then dismissed him.

Their attention turned to Mike's other companions-bodyguards, clients, whoever they were.

Seven of them were forced to their knees. Alex stayed in the corner, silent, watching.

The old man shifted his gaze to Mike, his lips curling into a cruel grin.

"Hey, punk. Weren't you acting real arrogant just now? Stealing my woman? Threatening to break my arms?"

He tossed his baton to the floor in front of Mike. "Well, here's your chance. Do it. Break my arm."

Mike forced a weak smile. "That was a misunderstanding. She caught my eye for a second and I forgot who she was with. I was stupid."

"How about this—I'll cover all your expenses here tonight as an apology."

"Fuck you." The man's hand cracked across Mike's face.

"You think I pay for anything in this club? I eat, drink, and take whatever I want. You think I'm some cheap bastard you can buy off? I'd rather cut one of your arms."

Mike winced, still kneeling. "Please, I need my arms for work. How about a new car? I just bought the latest model. It's outside. I'll give it to you."

Leo drove his boot into Mike's face. "Who the hell do you think I am? Everyone knows my son-Lord Moretti. I don't need your hand-me-down car. I can walk into any dealership and take what I want. Your arms still look perfect to me."

Desperation broke Mike. He slammed his forehead against the floor and clutched at Leo's feet. “Please, don't take my hands!"

"Pathetic." Leo spat, slapping him again. "Get me the machete. Tonight, I'm taking an arm home."

One of the thugs handed Leo a machete. Leo gripped it, raised it high, and swung down with savage force.

The machete hissed through the air-then stopped dead. A single hand gripped the steel, holding it still. No matter how Leo strained, it wouldn't move an inch.

"That's enough," Alex said. His voice was low, commanding.

Leo's face twisted in shock. "How dare you stop me!"

"I don't care if you kill the rest," Alex said coldly. "But you don't touch Mike. I still need him."

Leo narrowed his eyes. "And what if I decide I want him dead?"

"Then don't blame me for breaking you."

Leo let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Break me? Don't make me laugh. Look around you, punk-twenty of my men, armed and ready. You touch me, and they'll carve you into pieces right here on the floor."

Alex sneered. "Touch you, you say?"

Before anyone could blink, his hand shot out. A deafening crack echoed through the club as his palm slammed across Leo's face, snapping his head sideways.

"I just touched you," Alex said coldly. "So what?"

room went silent. Not a breath, not a whisper-only the

staggered back, clutching his cheek, eyes wide in disbelief. Never in his life had anyone dared

stood frozen, eyes

had ever witnessed anything like it-Lord Moretti, the feared leader

empire thrived on drugs, guns, and bloodshed, who commanded hundreds

father had

hell could he hit Lord Moretti's father?

means offending the Lord Moretti and the entire Ouroboros

doesn't even know

nightclub turned to Alex, expecting

from his lips as two teeth

dare you

I already warn you? If you touched Mike, I'd beat you down. Why

"What are you idiots

"Let's go!"

forward, machetes and iron batons flashing in the neon

scraped back, glasses shattered, and panicked patrons scattered toward the corners of the

speakers made the chaos even worse-then the DJ, half-drunk and grinning,

blood. Others laughed like

rushed Alex in a frenzy. Instead of retreating,

like lightning, every strike precise and devastating.

throws cut through

Batons flew.

hired security-lay groaning on the floor. Limbs bent at wrong angles, faces bloodied, the stench of fear heavy in

The crowd fell silent.

"What the...?" Someone whispered.

elme

eyes stared wide at Alex, speechless. He had fought them barehanded. No weapons, no hesitation. And he hadn't just won-he had annihilated

a man muttered. "Is he even

of young women broke the

that pretty boy could fight like

hot and he can fight? God, I wish he was

Show them who's

the stunned crowd,

his face pale

And Alex had torn through them like they were

are you?" Leo stammered, his bravado

his voice steady. "It doesn't matter who I am. I'm taking Mike with me. If you want to stay alive, don't get in my

highly of yourself!" Leo shouted, blood and spit flying

Lord

You lay

me,

made

called him-he's on

right now!"

in his eyes, Leo's confidence crept back when he

a second. His

"Arrogant, aren't you?" Slap.